The Transgression of the Wicked

1To the chiefe musition, seruaunt to the God of Dauid. The wickednes of the vngodly speaketh in the middest of my heart: that there is no feare of the Lorde before his eyes.

2For he flattereth him selfe in his owne sight: so that his iniquitie is found worthy of hatred.

3The wordes of his mouth are vnrighteous and full of deceipt: he hath left of to behaue him selfe wisely & to do good.

4He imagineth mischiefe vpon his bed, & setteth him selfe in no good way: neither doth he abhorre any thing yt is euil.

5Thy mercy O God reacheth vnto heauen: and thy faythfulnes vnto the cloudes.

6Thy righteousnes is like the mountaynes of God: thy iudgementes are a great deapth, thou sauest both man and beast O God.

7How excellent is thy mercy O Lord: therefore the chyldren of men shall put their trust vnder the shadowe of thy winges.

8They shalbe satisfied with the plenteousnesse of thy house: and thou shalt geue them drinke out of the riuer of thy delicates.

9For with thee is the fountaine of lyfe: and in thy light shall we see light.

10O continue foorth thy louing kindnesse vnto them that knowe thee: and thy righteousnes vnto them that are of an vpright heart.

11O let not the foote of pryde reache vnto me: and let not the hande of the vngodly make me to moue out of my place

12There be the workers of iniquitie fallen: they are cast downe, and shall not be able to rise vp.