1. Why dost thou boast, O mighty man,of mischief and of ill?The goodness of Almighty Godendureth ever still.
2. Thy tongue mischievous calumniesdeviseth subtilely,Like to a razor sharp to cut,working deceitfully.
3. Ill more than good, and more than truththou lovest to speak wrong:
4. Thou lovest all-devouring words,O thou deceitful tongue.