1Of David: a Maskil. 2Happy is the man unto whom the Lord imputeth not iniquity, and in whose spirit there is no guile. 3When I kept silence, my bones wasted away through my crying all the day. 4For by day and night lay thy hand heavily upon me: my life’s moisture hath been changed through the droughts of summer. Selah. 5My sin do I ever acknowledge unto thee, and my iniquity have I not covered up. I said, I will make confession because of my transgressions unto the Lord: and thou truly forgavest the iniquity of my sin. Selah. 6For this shall every pious one pray unto thee in a time when thou mayest be found: surely then when great waters overflow, they shall never reach unto him. 7Thou art my hiding-place; from distress wilt thou preserve me; with songs of deliverance wilt thou encompass me. Selah. 8I will instruct thee and I will teach thee concerning the way which thou oughtest to go: I will counsel thee with my eye. 9Be ye not like the horse, or like the mule, who hath no understanding; who must be held in with bit and bridle, his ornament, lest he come near unto thee. 10Many are the pains of the wicked; but him that trusteth in the Lord will he encompass with kindness. 11Rejoice in the Lord, and be glad, ye righteous: and shout for joy, all ye that are upright in heart.