1 To the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David, the servant of Jehovah. 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 in order to find his iniquity, to hate it. 3 The words of his mouth are evil and deceit; he has stopped acting wisely and doing good. 4 He plots evil on his bed; he sets himself in a way that is not good; he does not hate evil.
5 Your mercy, O Jehovah, is in the heavens; Your faithfulness reaches to the clouds. 6 Your righteousness is like the great mountains; Your judgments are a great deep; O Jehovah, You keep man and beast. 7 How precious is Your loving-kindness, O God! And the sons of men take refuge under the shadow of Your wing. 8 They shall be satisfied with the fatness of Your house; and You shall make them drink of the river of Your pleasures. 9 For with You is the fountain of life; in Your light we shall see light.