To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David, the servant of the Lord. 8,6,8,6 ^1The wicked man's transgression within my heart thus says, Undoubtedly the fear of God is not before his eyes. ^2Because himself he flattereth in his own blinded eye, Until the hatefulness be found of his iniquity. ^3Words from his mouth proceeding are, fraud and iniquity: He to be wise, and to do good, hath left off utterly. ^4He mischief, lying on his bed, most cunningly doth plot: He sets himself in ways not good, ill he abhorreth not. ^5Thy mercy, Lord, is in the heav'ns; thy truth doth reach the clouds: ^6Thy justice is like mountains great; thy judgments deep as floods: Lord, thou preservest man and beast. ^7How precious is thy grace! Therefore in shadow of thy wings men's sons their trust shall place. ^8They with the fatness of thy house shall be well satisfy'd; From rivers of thy pleasures thou wilt drink to them provide. ^9Because of life the fountain pure remains alone with thee; And in that purest light of thine we clearly light shall see. ^10Thy loving-kindness unto them continue that thee know; And still on men upright in heart thy righteousness bestow. ^11Let not the foot of cruel pride come, and against me stand; And let me not removed be, Lord, by the wicked's hand. ^12There fallen are they, and ruined, that work iniquities: Cast down they are, and never shall be able to arise. |