Psalm 52

Why boastest thou thyself, thou tyrant  *

that thou canst do mischief;

Whereas the goodness of God *

endureth yet daily?

Thy tongue imagineth wickedness *

and with lies thou cuttest like a sharp rasor.

Thou hast loved unrighteousness more then goodness *

and to talk of lies more than righteousness.

Thou hast loved to speak all words that may do hurt *

O thou false tongue.

Therefore shall God destroy thee for ever *

he shall take thee, and pluck thee out of thy dwelling, and root thee out of the land of the living.

The righteous also shall see this, and fear *

and shall laugh him to scorn;

Lo, this is the man that took not God for his strength *

but trusted unto the multitude of his riches, and strengthened himself in his wickedness.

As for me, I am like a green olive-tree in the house of God *

my trust is in the tender mercy of God for ever and ever.

I will always give thanks unto thee for that thou hast done *

and I will hope in thy Name, for thy saints like it well.