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 away 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 thanks for what you have done/ and declare the goodness of your Name in the presence of the godly.
Psalm 52 (Monday in the 3rd Week of Advent)