Psalm 36

To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David, the servant of the Lord.

1        The wicked man's transgression

                   within my heart thus says,

          Undoubtedly the fear of God

                   is not before his eyes.

2        Because himself he flattereth

                   in his own blinded eye,

          Until the hatefulness be found

                   of his iniquity.

3        Words from his mouth proceeding are,

                   fraud and iniquity:

          He to be wise, and to do good,

                   hath left off utterly.

4        He mischief, lying on his bed,

                   most cunningly doth plot:

          He sets himself in ways not good,

                   ill he abhorreth not.

5        Thy mercy, Lord, is in the heav'ns;

                   thy truth doth reach the clouds:

6        Thy justice is like mountains great;

                   thy judgments deep as floods:

          Lord, thou preservest man and beast.

7                 How precious is thy grace!

          Therefore in shadow of thy wings

                   men's sons their trust shall place.

8        They with the fatness of thy house

                   shall be well satisfy'd;

          From rivers of thy pleasures thou

                   wilt drink to them provide.

9        Because of life the fountain pure

                   remains alone with thee;

          And in that purest light of thine

                   we clearly light shall see.

10      Thy lovingkindness unto them

                   continue that thee know;

          And still on men upright in heart

                   thy righteousness bestow.

11      Let not the foot of cruel pride

                   come, and against me stand;

          And let me not removed be,

                   Lord, by the wicked's hand.

12      There fallen are they, and ruined,

                   that work iniquities:

          Cast down they are, and never shall

                   be able to arise.