¹ [For the choirmaster Of the servant of Yahweh Of David] Sin is the oracle of the wicked in the depths of his heart; there is no fear of God before his eyes.

² He sees himself with too flattering an eye to detect and detest his guilt;

³ all he says is malicious and deceitful, he has turned his back on wisdom. To get his way

⁴ he hatches malicious plots even in his bed; once set on his evil course no wickedness is too much for him.

⁵ Yahweh, your faithful love is in the heavens, your constancy reaches to the clouds,

⁶ your saving justice is like towering mountains, your judgements like the mighty deep. Yahweh, you support both man and beast;

⁷ how precious, God, is your faithful love. So the children of Adam take refuge in the shadow of your wings.

⁸ They feast on the bounty of your house, you let them drink from your delicious streams;

⁹ in you is the source of life, by your light we see the light.

¹⁰ Maintain your faithful love to those who acknowledge you, and your saving justice to the honest of heart.

¹¹ Do not let the foot of the arrogant overtake me or wicked hands drive me away.

¹² There they have fallen, the evil-doers, flung down, never to rise again.