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.