The Transgression of the Wicked

1To him that excelleth. A Psalme of Dauid, the seruant of the Lord. Wickednes sayeth to the wicked man, euen in mine heart, that there is no feare of God before his eyes.

2For hee flattereth himselfe in his owne eyes, while his iniquitie is foud worthy to be hated.

3The wordes of his mouth are iniquitie and deceit: hee hath left off to vnderstand and to doe good.

4Hee imagineth mischiefe vpon his bed: he setteth himselfe vpon a way, that is not good, and doeth not abhorre euill.

5Thy mercy, O Lord, reacheth vnto the heauens, and thy faithfulnesse vnto the cloudes.

6Thy righteousnesse is like the mightie moutaines: thy iudgements are like a great deepe: thou, Lord, doest saue man and beast.

7How excellent is thy mercy, O God! therefore the children of men trust vnder the shadowe of thy wings.

8They shall be satisfied with the fatnesse of thine house, and thou shalt giue them drinke out of the riuer of thy pleasures.

9For with thee is the well of life, and in thy light shall we see light.

10Extend thy louing kindnes vnto them that knowe thee, and thy righteousnesse vnto them that are vpright in heart.

11Let not ye foote of pride come against me, and let not the hand of ye wicked men moue me.

12There they are fallen that worke iniquity: they are cast downe, and shal not be able to rise.