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PXXXVI. To the chief Musician. A Psalm of David, the Servant of the Lord

1 The trespass of the wicked one
Saith in assured wise,
Within my heart, the fear of God
Is not before his eyes.
2 Because that he in his own eyes
Himself is flattering.
Until that his iniquity
Be found an hateful thing.

3 The words are vanity and guile
Which from his mouth proceed,
He hath left off for to be wise,
And do the godly deed
4 He when he lieth on his bed,
Doth mischief meditate:
He sets himself in no good way,
He doth not evil hate.

5 Thy mercy O Jehovah is
Within the heavens high;
Thy faithfulness doth reach likewise
Unto the cloudy sky.
6 Like mountains great thy righteousness;
Thy judgments like unto
The mighty deep: thou sav'st, O Lord,
Both man and beast also.

7 O God, thy loving kindness is
Of wondrous excellence:
Therefore in shadow of thy wings
Men's sons put confidence.
8 They of the fatness of thy house
Unto the full shall take;
And of the stream of thy delights
To drink thou shalt them make.

9 For with thee is the spring of life,
Light in thy light we see:
O stretch thy loving kindness to
Such as acknowledge thee.
10 To them that upright are in heart,
Stretch out thy gracious love.
11 Let no proud foot against me come,
Nor wicked hand me move.

12 There are they fallen all of them
That work iniquities:
They are cast down and never shall
Be able to arise.

Text Information
First Line: The trespass of the wicked one
Title: To the chief Musician. A Psalm of David, the Servant of the Lord
Language: English
Publication Date: 1742
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