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