1To the choirmaster. A Psalm of David, the servant of the LORD. Transgression speaks to the wicked deep in his heart; there is no fear of God before his eyes.
2For he flatters himself in his own eyes that his iniquity cannot be found out and hated.
3The words of his mouth are mischief and deceit; he has ceased to act wisely and do good.
4He plots mischief while on his bed; he sets himself in a way that is not good; he spurns not evil.
5Thy steadfast love, O LORD, extends to the heavens, thy faithfulness to the clouds.
6Thy righteousness is like the mountains of God, thy judgments are like the great deep; man and beast thou savest, O LORD.
7How precious is thy steadfast love, O God! The children of men take refuge in the shadow of thy wings.
8They feast on the abundance of thy house, and thou givest them drink from the river of thy delights.
9For with thee is the fountain of life; in thy light do we see light.
10O continue thy steadfast love to those who know thee, and thy salvation to the upright of heart!
11Let not the foot of arrogance come upon me, nor the hand of the wicked drive me away.
12There the evildoers lie prostrate, they are thrust down, unable to rise.