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.
5. So God shall thee destroy for aye,remove thee, pluck thee outQuite from thy house, out of the landof life he shall thee root.
6. The righteous shall it see, and fear,and laugh at him they shall:
7. Lo, this the man is that did notmake God his strength at all:But he in his abundant wealthhis confidence did place;And he took strength unto himselffrom his own wickedness.