PSALM 52
1 You tyrant, why do you boast of wickedness * against the godly all day long? 2 You plot ruin; your tongue is like a sharpened razor, * O worker of deception. 3 You love evil more than good * and lying more than speaking the truth. 4 You love all words that hurt, * O you deceitful tongue. 5 Oh, that God would demolish you utterly, * topple you, and snatch you from your dwelling, and root you out of the land of the living! 6 The righteous shall see and tremble, * and they shall laugh at him, saying, 7 "This is the one who did not take God for a refuge, * but trusted in great wealth and relied upon wickedness." 8 But I am like a green olive tree in the house of God; * I trust in the mercy of God for ever and ever. 9 I will give you thanks for what you have done * and declare the goodness of your Name in the presence of the godly.
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