The wicked take lightly their sins,
They do not confess them to the Lord.
They heap up transgression,
They presume they will escape in the end.
The Lord scoffs at the scoffer.
He shows Himself shrewd to the devious.
Because they did not heed the council,
They will eat the fruit of their own ways.
They come calling out to the righteous,
“Save, Save!”
And the righteous pities them.
The wicked think only of their pleasure,
They do not take to mind the future.
They borrow and do not pay back,
But the righteous gives generously.
Their minds are twisted and corrupt,
They twist together the cords of folly;
They are bound by their own transgression.
They fall into the pit they have dug.
Their lamp is wickedness,
Their way is utter darkness.
They walk and they do not see,
Their folly has blinded them.
Their hearts are deceitful,
They comfort themselves in their heart,
Concerning their sins and the hatred thereof.
They are beaten with the rod of their own iniquity,
They blame God for the curse.
They are silent when they hear the light,
Yet they do not perceive it.
Righteousness is a foreign thing to them;
They do not know how to respond.