My heart sheweth me the wickedness of the ungodly *
that there is no fear of God before his eyes.
For he flattereth himself in his own sight *
until his abominable sin be found out.
The words of his mouth are unrighteous, and full of deceit *
he hath left off to behave himself wisely, and to do good.
He imagineth mischief upon his bed, and hath set himself in no good way *
neither doth he abhor any thing that is evil.
Thy mercy, O Lord, reacheth unto the heavens *
and thy faithfulness unto the clouds.
Thy righteousness standeth like the strong mountains *
thy judgements are like the great deep.
Thou, Lord, shalt save both man and beast; How excellent is thy mercy, O God *
and the children of men shall put their trust under the shadow of thy wings.
They shall be satisfied with the plenteousness of thy house *
and thou shalt give them drink of thy pleasures, as out of the river.
For with thee is the well of life *
and in thy light shall we see light.
O continue forth thy loving-kindness unto them that know thee *
and thy righteousness unto them that are true of heart.
O let not the foot of pride come against me *
and let not the hand of the ungodly cast me down.
There are they fallen, all that work wickedness *
they are cast down, and shall not be able to stand.
I said, I will take heed to my ways *
that I offend not in my tongue.
I will keep my mouth as it were with a bridle *
while the ungodly is in my sight.
I held my tongue, and spake nothing *
I kept silence, yea, even from good words; but it was pain and grief to me.
My heart was hot within me, and while I was thus musing the fire kindled *
and at the last I spake with my tongue;
Lord, let me know mine end, and the number of my days *
that I may be certified how long I have to live.
Behold, thou hast made my days as it were a span long *
and mine age is even as nothing in respect of thee; and verily every man living is altogether vanity.
For man walketh in a vain shadow, and disquieteth himself in vain *
he heapeth up riches, and cannot tell who shall gather them.
And now, Lord, what is my hope *
truly my hope is even in thee.
Deliver me from all mine offences *
and make me not a rebuke unto the foolish.
I became dumb, and opened not my mouth *
for it was thy doing.
Take thy plague away from me *
I am even consumed by the means of thy heavy hand.
When thou with rebukes dost chasten man for sin, thou makest his beauty to consume away, like as it were a moth fretting a garment *
every man therefore is but vanity.
Hear my prayer, O Lord, and with thine ears consider my calling *
hold not thy peace at my tears.
For I am a stranger with thee *
and a sojourner, as all my fathers were.
O spare me a little, that I may recover my strength *
before I go hence, and be no more seen.