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WHY boastest thou thyself, thou tyrant, * that thou canst do mischief;
Whereas the goodness of God * endureth yet daily?
Thy tongue imagineth wickedness, * and with lies thou cuttest like a sharp razor.
Thou hast loved unrighteousness more than goodness, * and falsehood more than righteousness.
Thou hast loved to speak all words that may do hurt, * O thou false tongue.
Therefore shall God destroy thee for ever; * he shall take thee, and pluck thee out of thy dwelling, and root thee out of the land of the living.
The righteous also shall see this, and fear, * and shall laugh him to scorn:
Lo, this is the man that took not God for his strength; * but trusted unto the multitude of his riches, and strengthened himself in his wickedness.
As for me, I am like a green olive-tree in the house of God; * my trust is in the tender mercy of God for ever and ever.
I will alway give thanks unto thee for that thou hast done; * and I will hope in thy Name, for thy saints like it well.
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