1Wickedness saith to the wicked man, even in mine heart, that there is no fear of God before his eyes.
2For he flattereth himself in his own eyes, while his iniquity is found worthy to be hated.
3The words of his mouth are iniquity and deceit: he hath left off to understand and to do good.
4He imagineth mischief upon his bed: he setteth himself upon a way, that is not good, and doth not abhor evil.
5Thy mercy, O Lord, reacheth unto the heavens, and thy faithfulness unto the clouds.
6Thy righteousness is like the mighty mountains: thy judgments are like a great deep: thou Lord, dost save man and beast.
7How excellent is thy mercy, O God! therefore the children of men trust under the shadow of thy wings.
8They shall be satisfied with the fatness of thine house, and thou shalt give them drink out of the river of thy pleasures.
9For with thee is the well of life, and in thy light shall we see light.
10Extend thy loving-kindness unto them that know thee, and thy righteousness unto them that are upright in heart.
11Let not the foot of pride come against me, and let not the hand of the wicked men move me.
12There they are fallen that work iniquity: they are cast down, and shall not be able to rise.