Note: This page also has a Common Metre version of this psalm.
1 O Mighty man, why boast in sin? Forever merciful is God. Thy tongue is like a razor keen, Devising wrong, and working fraud.
2 Yea, more than good thou lovest wrong, Lies more than truth thy lips employ, O thou deceitful, lying tongue, Thou lovest words that life destroy.
3 So God shah thee destroy got aye, And pluck thee from thy dwelling place; The Lord shall thee remove away, And from the earth thy name erase.
4 The godly see his ruined state, And fearing, they shall laugh and say, Behold the man of boasting great, Who would not make the Lord his stay;
5 But placed his confidence in gold, And wealth increased to ample store; In wickedness he grew more bold, In sin increased yet more and more.
6 But I within God's holy place Am like a fruitful olive tree; My trust on God's abundant grace Shall ever and forever be.
7 Thy praise I ever will proclaim, Because, O Lord, thou hast done this; And I will wait upon thy name, For good before thy saints it is.
1 Why dost thou boast, O mighty man, Of mischief and of ill? The goodness of Almighty God Endureth ever still.
2 Thy tongue doth slanders mischievous Devise most cunningly, Like to a razor sharp to cut, It works deceitfully.
3 Ill more than good, and more than truth Thou lovest speaking wrong: Thou lovest all-devouring words, O thou deceitful tongue.
4 So God shall thee destroy for aye, Remove thee, pluck thee out Quite from thy house, and from the laud Of life he shall thee root.
5 The righteous shall it see, and fear, And laugh at him they shall: Lo, this the mat, is that did not Make God his strength at all.
6 But he in his abundant wealth His confidence did place; He also to himself took strength From his own wickedness.
7 But I within the house of God Am like an olive green; My confidence forever hath Upon God's mercy been.
8 And I forever will thee praise, Because thou hast done this; I on thy name will wait, for good Before thy saints it is.