Psalm 52

WHy vaunt'st thou Tiraunt of thy wrong?
God's love will still the same appear,
Although thy mischeef-working tongue,
Faines lies, as keen as Razors are.
Thou, evill more then Good respect'st;
Thou lovest falshood more then right: (Selah.)
All harmfull speaches thou affect'st,
And, tongues which publish forth deceit.

But, thee from hence, the Lord shall tear,
And, from the Land thy dwelling take. (Selah.)
The Iust shall see the same with feare,
And, sport at thy destruction make.
Yea, they shall say; Loe, this was hee
Who sought not God to make him stronge;
But, labour'd how he great might be,
By getting wealth, & doeng wrong.

Then, as for mee, I prosper shall
As Olive trees that have their place
Within Gods holie temple wall,
And, still depend vpon his grace.
There, Lord, I'le spread abrode thy fame;
Yea, then, I'le praise thee for thy love,
And, trust for ever in thy Name;
Which, all thy Saints will well approve.