Psalms 36

1 For the Chief Musician. By David, the servant of the LORD. A revelation is within my heart about the disobedience of the wicked: 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 he flatters himself in his own eyes, too much to detect and hate his sin.

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 has ceased to be wise and to do good.

First, their speech becomes wicked and false, they give up acting wisely and well.

4 He plots iniquity on his bed. He sets himself in a way that is not good. He doesn’t abhor evil.

Then they plot deliberate wrong, take their stand on the wicked way, without the least shrinking from evil.

5 Your loving kindness, LORD, is in the heavens. Your faithfulness reaches to the skies.

Your love, O Lord, touches the heavens, your faithfulness reaches the clouds.

6 Your righteousness is like the mountains of God. Your judgments are like a great deep. LORD, you preserve man and animal.

Your justice is like the great mountains, your judgments are like the broad sea. Lord, you save people and animals.

7 How precious is your loving kindness, God! The children of men take refuge under the shadow of your wings.

How precious your love, O God! All may seek shelter in the shadow of your wings.

8 They shall be abundantly satisfied with the abundance of your house. You will make them drink of the river of your pleasures.

They feast on the fat of your house, they drink of your brook of delights.

9 For with you is the spring of life. In your light we will see light.

For with you is the fountain of life, in the light that is yours we see light.

10 Oh continue your loving kindness to those who know you, your righteousness to the upright in heart.

O continue your grace to the faithful, your love to the upright in heart.

11 Don’t let the foot of pride come against me. Don’t let the hand of the wicked drive me away.

Let no arrogant foot tread upon me, no wicked hand drive me to exile.

12 There the workers of iniquity are fallen. They are thrust down, and shall not be able to rise.

There the workers of wrong lie prostrate, thrust down to rise up no more.