Psalms 36
1 Unto the end, for the servant of God, David himself. The unjust hath said within himself, that he would sin: there is no fear of God before his eyes.
For the leader. Of the servant of the Lord, of David. Sin whispers within the heart of the wicked, who have no dread of God before their eyes.
2 For in his sight he hath done deceitfully, that his iniquity may be found unto hatred.
It flatters them in their eyes that their sin will not be found out.
3 The words of his mouth are iniquity and guile: he would not understand that he might do well.
First, their speech becomes wicked and false, they give up acting wisely and well.
4 He hath devised iniquity on his bed, he hath set himself on every way that is not good: but evil he hath not hated.
Then they plot deliberate wrong, take their stand on the wicked way, without the least shrinking from evil.
5 O Lord, thy mercy is in heaven, and thy truth reacheth, even to the clouds.
Your love, O Lord, touches the heavens, your faithfulness reaches the clouds.
6 Thy justice is as the mountains of God, thy judgments are a great deep. Men and beasts thou wilt preserve, O Lord:
Your justice is like the great mountains, your judgments are like the broad sea. Lord, you save people and animals.
7 O how hast thou multiplied thy mercy, O God! But the children of men shall put their trust under the covert of thy wings.
How precious your love, O God! All may seek shelter in the shadow of your wings.
8 They shall be inebriated with the plenty of thy house; and thou shalt make them drink of the torrent of thy pleasure.
They feast on the fat of your house, they drink of your brook of delights.
9 For with thee is the fountain of life; and in thy light we shall see light.
For with you is the fountain of life, in the light that is yours we see light.
10 Extend thy mercy to them that know thee, and thy justice to them that are right in heart.
O continue your grace to the faithful, your love to the upright in heart.
11 Let not the foot of pride come to me, and let not the hand of the sinner move me.
Let no arrogant foot tread upon me, no wicked hand drive me to exile.
12 There the workers of iniquity are fallen, they are cast out, and could not stand.
There the workers of wrong lie prostrate, thrust down to rise up no more.
