The wicked walk on every side, when the vilest men are exalted.

“Moab is My washbowl;
Over Edom I shall throw My shoe [in triumph];
Over Philistia I raise the shout [of victory].”

In whose eyes a vile person is contemned; but he honoureth them that fear the LORD. He that sweareth to his own hurt, and changeth not.

I will set no vile thing before my eyes. I hate the deeds of faithless men. They will not cling to me.

For the choir director: on Mahalath. A Davidic Maskil.The fool says in his heart, “God does not exist.”
They are corrupt, and they do vile deeds.
There is no one who does good.