[1] Why boastest thy self thou tiraunt of mischiefe? the goodnes of God dayly endureth[2]Thy tongue imagineth wickednes: [and] deceaueth like a sharpe raser[3]Thou hast loued vngratiousnes more then goodnes: and to talke of falshood more then of righteousnes. Selah[4]Thou hast loued to speake all wordes that may do hurt: O thou deceiptfull tongue[5]Therfore the Lord wyll destroy thee for euer: he wyll take thee and plucke thee out of thy dwelling, and roote thee out of the lande of the liuing. Selah[6]The righteous also shall see this: and they wyll be afraide and laugh hym to scorne[7][Saying] lo this is the man that put not the Lorde [to be] his strength: but trusted vnto the multitude of his riches, and strengthed him selfe in his wickednesse[8]As for me I am lyke a greene oliue tree in the house of the Lorde: my trust is in the tender mercy of the Lorde for euer and euer[9]I will alway confesse it vnto thee, for that thou hast done it: and I wyll hope in thy name, for it is good in the sight of thy saintes