The wicked man's transgression within my heart thus says, Undoubtedly the fear of God is not before his eyes.
Thee will I love, O Lord, my strength.
And of thy mercy slay my foes; let all destroyed be That do afflict my soul: for I a servant am to thee.
Praise ye the Lord. The man is bless'd that fears the Lord aright, He who in his commandements doth greatly take delight.
Lord, thou hast been our dwelling-place in generations all.