1Transgression speaks to the wicked deep in their hearts; there is no fear of God before their eyes.
2For they flatter themselves in their own eyes that their iniquity cannot be found out and hated.
3The words of their mouths are mischief and deceit; they have ceased to act wisely and do good.
4They plot mischief while on their beds; they are set on a way that is not good; they do not reject evil.
5Your steadfast love, O Lord, extends to the heavens, your faithfulness to the clouds.
6Your righteousness is like the mighty mountains, your judgments are like the great deep; you save humans and animals alike, O Lord.
7How precious is your steadfast love, O God! All people may take refuge in the shadow of your wings.
8They feast on the abundance of your house, and you give them drink from the river of your delights.
9For with you is the fountain of life; in your light we see light.
10O continue your steadfast love to those who know you, and your salvation to the upright of heart!
11Do not let the foot of the arrogant tread on me, or the hand of the wicked drive me away.
12There the evildoers lie prostrate; they are thrust down, unable to rise.
1I said, I will guard my ways that I may not sin with my tongue; I will keep a muzzle on my mouth as long as the wicked are in my presence.
2I was silent and still; I held my peace to no avail; my distress grew worse,
3my heart became hot within me. While I mused, the fire burned; then I spoke with my tongue:
4Lord, let me know my end, and what is the measure of my days; let me know how fleeting my life is.
5You have made my days a few handbreadths, and my lifetime is as nothing in your sight. Surely everyone stands as a mere breath. Selah
6Surely everyone goes about like a shadow. Surely for nothing they are in turmoil; they heap up, and do not know who will gather.
7And now, O Lord, what do I wait for? My hope is in you.
8Deliver me from all my transgressions. Do not make me the scorn of the fool.
9I am silent; I do not open my mouth, for it is you who have done it.
10Remove your stroke from me; I am worn down by the blows of your hand.
11You chastise mortals in punishment for sin, consuming like a moth what is dear to them; surely everyone is a mere breath. Selah
12Hear my prayer, O Lord, and give ear to my cry; do not hold your peace at my tears. For I am your passing guest, an alien, like all my forebears.
13Turn your gaze away from me, that I may smile again, before I depart and am no more.
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