Psalm 52

You tyrant, why do you boast of wickedness

against the godly all day long?

You plot ruin; your tongue is like a sharpened razor,

O worker of deception.

You love evil more than good

and lying more than speaking the truth.

You love all words that hurt,

O you deceitful tongue.

Oh, that God would demolish you utterly,

topple you, and snatch you from your dwelling, and root you out of the land of the living!

The righteous shall see and tremble,

and they shall laugh at him, saying,

"This is the one who did not take God for a refuge,

but trusted in great wealth and relied upon wickedness."

But I am like a green olive tree in the house of God;

I trust in the mercy of God for ever and ever.

I will give you thanks for what you have done

and declare the goodness of your Name in the presence of the godly.