The wicked saith, in the haughtiness of his countenance, He doth not search out: all his thoughts are, There is no God!

He saith in his heart, I shall not be moved; from generation to generation I shall be in no adversity.

He saith in his heart, God hath forgotten, he hideth his face, he will never see it.

Because of the oppression of the afflicted, because of the sighing of the needy, now will I arise, saith Jehovah, I will set him in safety, at whom they puff.

But unto the wicked God saith, What hast thou to do to declare my statutes, or that thou shouldest take my covenant into thy mouth,