The Transgression of the Wicked

1My hert sheweth me the wickednesse of the vngodly, that there is no feare of God before his eyes.

2For he dyssembleth before his face, so longe till his abhominable synne be founde out.

3The wordes of his mouth are vnrightuousnesse and disceate, he wil not be lerned to do good.

4He ymagineth myschefe vpon his bedde, he will come in no good waye, ner refuse the thinge that is euell.

5Thy mercy (O LORDE) reacheth vnto the heauen, and thy faithfulnesse vnto the cloudes.

6Thy rightuousnesse stondeth like the stronge mountaynes, & thy iudgment like the greate depe.

7Thou LORDE preseruest both me & beestes. How precious is thy mercy (O God) that the children of men maye put their trust vnder ye shadowe of thy wynges?

8They shalbe satisfied with the pleteousnesse of thy house, and thou shalt geue them drynke of the ryuer of thy pleasures.

9For by the is ye well of life, & in thy light, shall we se light.

10O sprede forth thy louynge kyndnesse vnto them that knowe the, & thy rightuousnes vnto the that are true of hert.

11O let not the fote of pryde ouertake me, O let not the hande of ye vngodly cast me downe.

12As for wicked doers, they fall, they are cast downe, & are not able to stode.