1 For the music director, of David the servant of Adonai.
2 An oracle of Transgression— within my heart, to the wicked one: “There is no fear of God before his eyes.
3 For he flatters himself in his own eyes, too much to notice his iniquity —or hate it.
4 His mouth’s words are iniquity and deceit. He has ceased to be wise and do good.
5 Even on his bed he plans sin. He puts himself on a path that is no good, never refusing evil.”
6 Your love, Adonai, is in the heavens, Your faithfulness up to the skies.
7 Your righteousness is like the mountains of God. Your judgments are like the great deep. You preserve man and beast, Adonai.
8 How precious is Your love, O God! The children of men find refuge in the shadow of Your wings.
9 They drink their fill from the abundance of Your House. You give them drink from the river of Your delights.
10 For with You is the fountain of life— in Your light we see light.
11 Continue Your lovingkindness to those who know You, and Your justice to the upright in heart.
12 May the foot of pride never tread on me, nor the hand of the wicked drive me away.
13 There the evildoers lie fallen— thrown down, not able to rise!