Psalm 52
For the leader. A maskil of David, when Doeg the Edomite came and told Saul that David had gone to Abimelech's house.
Why glory in mischief, you hero?
God's kindness is all the day.
Engulfing ruin you plot,
your tongue like a razor sharpened,
you practiser of deceit.
Evil, not good, you love,
and falsehood, not words of truth.
(Selah)
But you love all words that devour,
and a tongue that is given to deceit.
 
But God, on his part, shall destroy you forever,
grasp you and pluck you out of your tent,
and root you out of the land of the living.
(Selah)
Smitten with awe at the sight,
the righteous shall laugh at you.
‘Look’ (they will say) ‘at the hero
who did not make God his stronghold,
but trusted in his great wealth
and in the strength of his riches.’
 
But I am like a fresh olive-tree
in the house of God.
I trust in the kindness of God
for ever and evermore.
I will render you thanks for ever
for what you have done.
I will tell how good you are
in the presence of those who love you.