[1] For the choirmaster. A Psalm of David, the servant of the LORD. An oracle is in my heart regarding the transgression of the wicked man: There is no fear of God before his eyes. [2] For his eyes are too full of conceit to detect or hate his own sin. [3] The words of his mouth are wicked and deceitful; he has ceased to be wise and well-doing. [4] Even on his bed he plots wickedness; he sets himself on a path that is not good; he fails to reject evil. [5] Your loving devotion, O LORD, reaches to the heavens, Your faithfulness to the clouds. [6] Your righteousness is like the highest mountains; Your judgments are like the deepest sea. O LORD, You preserve man and beast. [7] How precious is Your loving devotion, O God, that the children of men take refuge in the shadow of Your wings! [8] They feast on the abundance of Your house, and You give them drink from Your river of delights. [9] For with You is the fountain of life; in Your light we see light. [10] Extend Your loving devotion to those who know You, and Your righteousness to the upright in heart. [11] Let not the foot of the proud come against me, nor the hand of the wicked drive me away. [12] There the evildoers lie fallen, thrown down and unable to rise.
