Psalm 52

Quid gloriaris?
1
Why boastest thou thyself, thou tyrant  *
that thou canst do mischief;
2
Whereas the goodness of God *
endureth yet daily?
3
Thy tongue imagineth wickedness *
and with lies thou cuttest like a sharp rasor.
4
Thou hast loved unrighteousness more then goodness *
and to talk of lies more than righteousness.
5
Thou hast loved to speak all words that may do hurt *
O thou false tongue.
6
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.
7
The righteous also shall see this, and fear *
and shall laugh him to scorn;
8
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.
9
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.
10
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.