⁰To the choirmaster. Of the slave of Yahweh, of David.

¹The utterance of transgression to the wicked is in the midst of my heart: there is no dread of God before his eyes.

²For he smooths things over for himself in his own eyes, so that his guilt is found and hated.

³The words of his mouth are iniquity and deceit; he has ceased to act wisely, to do good.

⁴He reckons up iniquity upon his bed; he takes his stand on a way not good; evil he does not reject.

⁵Yahweh, your loyal love is in the skies, your steadiness reaches to the clouds.

⁶Your righteousness is like the mountains of God, your justice is the great deep; man and livestock you save, Yahweh.

⁷How precious is your loyal love, God! The children of man take refuge in the shadow of your wings.

⁸They are drenched with the fatness of your house, and you give them drink from the wadi of your delights.

⁹For with you is the spring of life; in your light we see light.

¹⁰Draw out your loyal love to those who know you, and your righteousness to the upright of heart.

¹¹Let not the foot of pride come to me, and let not the hand of the wicked make me flee.

¹²There the doers of iniquity have fallen; they were thrust down and cannot rise.