Psalms 36
1 To the Chief Musician. Of the Servant of Yahweh—of David. Declareth the transgression of the lawless one, within my heart, There is, no dread 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 he flattereth himself [too much] in his own eyes, to find his iniquity—to hate [it].
It flatters them in their eyes that their sin will not be found out.
3 The words of his mouth, are iniquity and deceit, he hath left off to show discretion by doing well:
First, their speech becomes wicked and false, they give up acting wisely and well.
4 Iniquity, deviseth he upon his bed, —he taketh his stand in a way, not good, Wrong, doth he not abhor!
Then they plot deliberate wrong, take their stand on the wicked way, without the least shrinking from evil.
5 O Yahweh! in the heavens, is thy lovingkindness, Thy faithfulness, as far as the fleecy clouds:
Your love, O Lord, touches the heavens, your faithfulness reaches the clouds.
6 Thy righteousness, is like mighty mountains, and, thy just decrees, are a great resounding deep, —Man and beast, thou savest, O Yahweh!
Your justice is like the great mountains, your judgments are like the broad sea. Lord, you save people and animals.
7 How precious thy lovingkindness, O God, —Therefore, the sons of men, under the shadow of thy wings, seek refuge:
How precious your love, O God! All may seek shelter in the shadow of your wings.
8 They abundantly relish the fatness of thy house, —And out of the full stream of thine own pleasures, thou givest them to drink.
They feast on the fat of your house, they drink of your brook of delights.
9 For, with thee, is the fountain of life, In thy light, we see light.
For with you is the fountain of life, in the light that is yours we see light.
10 Prolong thy lovingkindness unto them who know thee, —and thy righteousness, to the upright in heart.
O continue your grace to the faithful, your love to the upright in heart.
11 Let not the foot of pride reach me, nor, the hand of the lawless, scare me away.
Let no arrogant foot tread upon me, no wicked hand drive me to exile.
12 There did the workers of iniquity fall, —thrust down and not able to rise!
There the workers of wrong lie prostrate, thrust down to rise up no more.
