Blessed is the man that hath not walked in the counsel of the ungodly, nor stood in the way of sinners *

and hath not sat in the seat of the scornful.

But his delight is in the law of the Lord *

and in his law will he exercise himself day and night.

And he shall be like a tree planted by the water-side *

that will bring forth his fruit in due season.

His leaf also shall not wither *

and look, whatsoever he doeth, it shall prosper.

As for the ungodly, it is not so with them *

but they are like the chaff, which the wind scattereth away from the face of the earth.

Therefore the ungodly shall not be able to stand in the judgement *

neither the sinners in the congregation of the righteous.

But the Lord knoweth the way of the righteous *

and the way of the ungodly shall perish.

Why do the heathen so furiously rage together *

and why do the people imagine a vain thing?

The kings of the earth stand up, and the rulers take counsel together *

against the Lord, and against his Anointed.

Let us break their bonds asunder *

and cast away their cords from us.

He that dwelleth in heaven shall laugh them to scorn *

the Lord shall have them in derision.

Then shall he speak unto them in his wrath *

and vex them in his sore displeasure.

Yet have I set my King *

upon my holy hill of Sion.

I will preach the law, whereof the Lord hath said unto me *

Thou art my Son, this day have I begotten thee.

Desire of me, and I shall give thee the heathen for thine inheritance *

and the utmost parts of the earth for thy possession.

Thou shalt bruise them with a rod of iron *

and break them in pieces like a potter’s vessel.

Be wise now therefore, O ye kings *

be learned, ye that are judges of the earth.

Serve the Lord in fear *

and rejoice unto him with reverence.

Kiss the Son, lest he be angry, and so ye perish from the right way *

if his wrath be kindled, (yea, but a little,) blessed are all they that put their trust in him.

Lord, how are they increased that trouble me *

many are they that rise against me.

Many one there be that say of my soul *

There is no help for him in his God.

But thou, O Lord, art my defender *

thou art my worship, and the lifter up of my head.

I did call upon the Lord with my voice *

and he heard me out of his holy hill.

I laid me down and slept, and rose up again *

for the Lord sustained me.

I will not be afraid for ten thousands of the people *

that have set themselves against me round about.

Up, Lord, and help me, O my God *

for thou smitest all mine enemies upon the cheekbone; thou hast broken the teeth of the ungodly.

Salvation belongeth unto the Lord *

and thy blessing is upon thy people.