1 To the chief Musician,
2 For he flattereth himself in his own eyes, until his iniquity be found to be hateful.
3 The words of his mouth
4 He deviseth mischief upon his bed; he setteth himself in a way
5 Thy mercy, O
6 Thy righteousness
7 How excellent
8 They shall be abundantly satisfied with the fatness of thy house; and thou shalt make them drink of the river of thy pleasures.
9 For with thee
10 O continue thy lovingkindness unto them that know thee; and thy righteousness to the upright in heart.
11 Let not the foot of pride come against me, and let not the hand of the wicked remove me.
12 There are the workers of iniquity fallen: they are cast down, and shall not be able to rise.