Psalm XXXVI.
1
The wicked man's transgressions now,
To such a height arise;
I needs must think there is no fear
Of God before his eyes.
2
For still he flattereth himself,
Till odious he be grown:
And all his foul and filthy life,
To God and man is known.
3
His whole discourse is nothing else,
But malice, fraud, and lyes:
As if he quite had taken leave,
Of being good or wise.
4
Mischief by night upon his bed,
His only study is:
He sets himself in wicked ways;
No evil comes amiss.
5
But high as heaven it self, O Lord,
Thy truth and mercy be:
Firm as the hills thy judgments all,
And deeper than the sea.
6
Thou dost preserve both man and beast;
How precious is thy love,
That underneath thy wings to trust,
The sons of men doth move!
7
They in thy house shall feasted be,
And drink the pleasant streams,
That flow from thee: and of thy face,
Behold the lightsome beams.
8
To them that know thee, cease not, Lord,
Thy kindness to impart:
But shew thy bounty evermore,
To men of upright heart.
9
Let not the proud against me come,
But stay the wicked's hand:
See, where they are all fallen down,
And never more shall stand.
