Hymnal & Psalter

1 Why dost thou boast, O mighty man, of mischief and of ill? The goodness of Almighty God endureth ever still. 2 Thy tongue mischievous calumnies deviseth subtilely, Like to a razor sharp to cut, working deceitfully. 3 Ill more than good, and more than truth thou 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 out Quite from thy house, out of the land of 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 not make God his strength at all: But he in his abundant wealth his confidence did place; And he took strength unto himself from his own wickedness. 8 But I am in the house of God like to an olive green: My confidence for ever hath upon God's mercy been. 9 And I for ever will thee praise, because thou hast done this: I on thy name will wait; for good before thy saints it is.