The wicked, through his pride of face, on God he doth not call; And in the counsels of his heart the Lord is not at all.
That there is not a God, the fool doth in his heart conclude: They are corrupt, their works are vile, not one of them doth good.
I'll cut him off that slandereth his neighbour privily: The haughty heart I will not bear, nor him that looketh high.
The wicked man's transgression within my heart thus says, Undoubtedly the fear of God is not before his eyes.
When thou didst say, Seek ye my face, then unto thee reply Thus did my heart, Above all things thy face, Lord, seek will I.
For thou wilt the afflicted save in grief that low do lie: But wilt bring down the countenance of them whose looks are high.
And thus they say, How can it be that God these things doth know? Or, Can there in the Highest be knowledge of things below?