Psalm 52 J.H.
Words: Sternhold and Hopkins, The Whole Book of Psalms Collected into English Metre
1 Why dost thou, tyrant, boast abroad thy wicked works to praise! Dost thou not know there is a God, whose mercies last always?
2 Why doth thy mind yet still devise such wicked wiles to harp? Thy tongue untrue in forging lies is like a razor sharp.
3 On mischief why sett'st thou thy mind, and wilt not walk upright? Thou lovest more false tales to find, than bring the truth to light.
4 Thou dost delight in fraud and guile, In mischief, blood and wrong. Thy lips have learnt the flatt'ring style, O false deceitful tongue!
5 Therefore the Lord shall thee confound, and pluck thee from thy place, Thy seed root out from off the ground, and utterly deface.
6 The just, when they behold thy fall, with fear will praise the Lord, And in reproach of thee withal cry but with one accord;
7 Behold the man that did refuse the Lord for his defense, But in his riches great did place his trust and confidence.
8 But I, as olive fresh and green, shall spring and spread abroad; Because my trust all times hath been upon the living God.
9 For this therefore will I give praise to thee with heart and voice, I will advance thy Name always, wherein thy saints rejoice.