- Why dost thou tyrant boast abroad
- thy wicked works to praise?
- Dost thou not know there is a God,
- whose mercies last always?
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- 2 Why doeth thy mind yet still devise
- such wicked wiles to warp?
- Thy tongue untrue in forging lies,
- is like a razor sharp.
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- 3 On mischief why setst thou thy mind,
- and wilt not walk upright?
- Thou hast more lust false tales to find,
- then bring the truth to light.
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- 4 Thou doest delight in fraud and guile,
- in mischief, blood and wrong,
- Thy lips have learned the flattering style,
- O false deceitful tongue.
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- 5 Therefore shall God forever confound
- and plucked thee from thy place:
- Thy seed root out from off the ground,
- and so shall thee deface.
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- 6 The just when they behold thy fall,
- with fear will praise the Lord,
- And in reproach of thee withal,
- cry out with one accord.
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- 7 Behold the man that would not take
- the Lord for his defense:
- But of his goods his God did make,
- and trust his corrupt sense.
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- 8 But I an Olive fresh and green,
- will spring and spread abroad.
- For why? my trust all times hath been
- upon the living God.
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- 9 For this therefore will I give praise,
- to thee with heart and voice:
- I will set forth thy name always,
- wherein thy Saints rejoice.
