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¹ To the chief musician; of the servant of Jehovah; of David. The oracle utters transgression to the wicked within my heart, There is no fear of God before his eyes.² For he flatters himself in his own eyes, to find his iniquity to be hated.³ The words of his mouth are wickedness and deceit; he ceases to act wisely, to do good.⁴ He plots iniquity on his bed; he sets himself on a way that is not good; he does not hate evil.

⁵ Your mercy, O Jehovah, is in the heavens, Your faithfulness to the clouds.⁶ Your righteousness is like the hills of God; Your judgments are a great deep; O Jehovah, You preserve animal and man.⁷ How precious is Your mercy, O God! And the sons of men take refuge in the shadow of Your wings.⁸ They shall be satisfied from the abundance of Your house; and You make them drink the torrent of Your pleasures.⁹ For with You is the fountain of life; in Your light we see light.¹⁰ O continue Your mercy to the ones knowing You, and Your righteousness to the upright of heart.¹¹ Do not let the foot of pride come to me; and let not the hand of the wicked move me.¹² There the workers of evil have fallen; they are cast down and are not able to rise.