David, condemning the spitefulness of Doeg, prophesieth his destruction.
Psalms 52:1 Why boastest thou thy self (thou Tyraunt) that thou canst do myschefe? Psalms 52:2 Where as the goodnesse of God endureth yet daylie. Psalms 52:3 Thy tonge ymagineth wickednesse, and with lyes it cutteth like a sharpe rasoure. Psalms 52:4 Thou louest vngraciousnesse more the good, to talke of lyes more then rightuousnesse. Psalms 52:5 Sela. Thou louest to speake all wordes yt maye do hurte, O thou false toge.
The righteous shall rejoice at it.
Psalms 52:6 Therfore shal God cleane destroyethe, smyte the in peces, plucke the out of thy dwellinge, and rote the out of the londe of the lyuinge. Psalms 52:7 Sela. The rightuous shal se this, & feare, and laugh him to scorne.
David, upon his confidence in God's mercy, giveth thanks.
Psalms 52:8 Lo, this is the ma, yt toke not God for his stregth, but trusted vnto the multitude of his riches, & was mightie in his wickednesse. Psalms 52:9 As forme, I am like a grene olyue tre in ye house of God: my trust is in the tender mercy of God for euer & euer. I wil allwaye geue thankes vnto the, for that thou hast done: and wil hope in thy name, for thy sayntes like it well.