Psalm 36 Poem by Justin Reamer

The wicked man's oracle is Sin
in the depths of his heart;
there is no fear of god
before his eyes.

He sees himself with too flattering an eye
to detect and detest his guilt;
all he says tends to mischief and deceit,
he has turned his back on wisdom.

How best to work mischief he plots,
even when he is in bed;
he persists in his evil course,
he never rejects what is bad.

Your Love, Yahweh, reaches to the heavens,
Your faithfulness to the clouds;
Your righteousness is like the mountains of God,
Your judgements like the mighty deep.

Yahweh, Protector of man and beast,
how precious, God, Your Love!
Hence the sons of men
take shelter in the shadow of Your wings.

They feast on the bounty of Your House,
You give them drink from Your river of pleasure;
yes, with You is the Fountain of Life,
by Your Light we see the Light.

Do not stop loving those who know You,
or being righteous to upright hearts.
Do not let arrogant feet crush me
or wicked hands expel me.

The evil men have fallen, there they lie,
beaten down, never to stand again.