{To the chief Musician.
[A Psalm] of the servant of Jehovah;
of David.}
The transgression of the wicked uttereth within my heart, There is no fear of God before his eyes.
For he flattereth himself in his own eyes, [even] when his iniquity is found to be hateful.
The words of his mouth are wickedness and deceit: he hath left off to be wise, to do good.
He deviseth wickedness up on his bed;
he setteth himself in a way that is not good: he abhorreth not evil.
Jehovah, thy loving-kindness is in the heavens, and thy faithfulness [reacheth] unto the clouds.
Thy righteousness is like the high mountains;
thy judgments are a great deep: thou, Jehovah, preservest man and beast.
How precious is thy loving-kindness, O God!
So the sons of men take refuge under the shadow of thy wings.
They shall be abundantly satisfied with the fatness of thy house;
and thou wilt make them drink of the river of thy pleasures.
For with thee is the fountain of life: in thy light shall we see light.
Continue thy loving-kindness unto them that know thee, and thy righteousness to the upright in heart;
Let not the foot of pride come against me, and let not the hand of the wicked drive me away.
There are the workers of iniquity fallen: they are cast down, and are not able to rise.