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Psalm 52. Quid gloriaris?
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 razor.
4 Thou hast loved unrighteousness more than goodness, * and falsehood
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 alway give thanks unto thee for that thou hast done;
* and I will hope in thy Name, for thy saints like it well.
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