Psalm 52

O Mighty man in wickednesse,
why dost thou boast with pride?
Be sure the goodnesse of the Lord,
for ever shall abide.
Thy tongue speaks mischief, which thine heart
deviseth wickedly,
And like unto a rasor sharp,
it works deceitfully.

In evil more then any good,
thine heart doth take delight,
And lying, rather then to speak,
and utter what is right.
O thou deceitful tongue, thou lov'st
words that devour and waste.
But God shall justly cut thee down
for evermore at last.

Thee shall he take away, and pluck
out of thy dwelling place,
Yea, from the land of life shall he
pluck up thy root and race.
The righteous man shall this behold,
and tremble in that day,
And have him in derision,
and thus of him shall say.

Behold, the man that made not God
his strength, but trusted in
His store of riches, and himself
did strengthen in his sin.
But like to a green Olive tree
within Gods house am I,
For in his mercy great shall be
my trust continually.

And I, because thou this hast done,
to praise thee will not cease,
And still will wait upon thy name,
for this thy Saints doth please.