The boastful shall not stand in Your sight; You hate all workers of iniquity.

Depart from me, all you workers of iniquity; For the Lord has heard the voice of my weeping.

When I consider Your heavens, the work of Your fingers, The moon and the stars, which You have ordained,

You have made him to have dominion over the works of Your hands; You have put all things under his feet,

Prayer and Thanksgiving for the Lord’s Righteous Judgments

To the Chief Musician. To the tune of “Death of the Son.” A Psalm of David.

I will praise You, O Lord, with my whole heart; I will tell of all Your marvelous works.

The Lord is known by the judgment He executes; The wicked is snared in the work of his own hands. Meditation. Selah

Folly of the Godless, and God’s Final Triumph

To the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David.

The fool has said in his heart, “There is no God.” They are corrupt, They have done abominable works, There is none who does good.

Have all the workers of iniquity no knowledge, Who eat up my people as they eat bread, And do not call on the Lord?

He who walks uprightly, And works righteousness, And speaks the truth in his heart;

Concerning the works of men, By the word of Your lips, I have kept away from the paths of the destroyer.

The Assurance of God’s Saving Work

To the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David.

May the Lord answer you in the day of trouble; May the name of the God of Jacob defend you;

That I may proclaim with the voice of thanksgiving, And tell of all Your wondrous works.

Do not take me away with the wicked And with the workers of iniquity, Who speak peace to their neighbors, But evil is in their hearts.

Give them according to their deeds, And according to the wickedness of their endeavors; Give them according to the work of their hands; Render to them what they deserve.

Because they do not regard the works of the Lord, Nor the operation of His hands, He shall destroy them And not build them up.

For the word of the Lord is right, And all His work is done in truth.

He fashions their hearts individually; He considers all their works.

There the workers of iniquity have fallen; They have been cast down and are not able to rise.

The Heritage of the Righteous and the Calamity of the Wicked

A Psalm of David.

Do not fret because of evildoers, Nor be envious of the workers of iniquity.

Many, O Lord my God, are Your wonderful works Which You have done; And Your thoughts toward us Cannot be recounted to You in order; If I would declare and speak of them, They are more than can be numbered.

Come, behold the works of the Lord, Who has made desolations in the earth.

Your tongue devises destruction, Like a sharp razor, working deceitfully.

Have the workers of iniquity no knowledge, Who eat up my people as they eat bread, And do not call upon God?

No, in heart you work wickedness; You weigh out the violence of your hands in the earth.

Deliver me from the workers of iniquity, And save me from bloodthirsty men.