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 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.

The fool has said in his heart, “There is no God.” * All are corrupt and commit abominable acts; there is none who does any good.