Psalms 52:4
Thou louest vngraciousnesse more the good, to talke of lyes more then rightuousnesse.
Thou louest vngraciousnesse more the good, to talke of lyes more then rightuousnesse.
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1Why boastest thou thy self (thou Tyraunt) that thou canst do myschefe?
2Where as the goodnesse of God endureth yet daylie.
3Thy tonge ymagineth wickednesse, and with lyes it cutteth like a sharpe rasoure.
5Sela. Thou louest to speake all wordes yt maye do hurte, O thou false toge.
19Thou lettest yi mouth speake wickednesse, & thy tonge paynteth disceate.
20Thou syttest and speakest agaynst thy brother, yee and slaundrest thine owne mothers sonne.
2Delyuer my soule (o LORDE) fro lyenge lippes, & fro a disceatfull toge.
3What rewarde shalbe geuen or done vnto the, thou false tonge?
4For thou art not the God yt hath pleasure in wickednesse, there maye no vngodly personne dwel with the.
5Soch as be cruell maye not stonde in thy sight, thou art an enemie vnto all wicked doers. Thou destroyest the lyers: the LORDE abhorreth the bloude thurstie and disceatfull.
6But as for me, I wil come in to thy house, euen vpon the multitude of thy mercy: ad in thy feare wyll I worshipe towarde thy holy teple.
5but thy wickednesse teacheth thy mouth, and so thou hast chosen the a craftie tonge.
6Thine owne mouth condemneth the, and not I: yee thine owne lippes shappe the an answere.
28A dyssemblynge tonge hateth one that rebuketh him, and a flaterige mouth worketh myschefe.
8Yee ye morsels that thou hast eaten shalt thou perbreake, and lese those swete wordes.
7He sytteth lurkynge in the gardens, that he maye pryuely murthur the innocent, his eyes are set vpo the poore.
9their throte is an open sepulchre: with their tonges they disceaue.
10Punysh them (o God) that they maye perish in their owne ymaginacions: cast them out because of the multitude of their vngodlinesse, for they rebell agaynst the.
2Euery man telleth lyes to his neghbor, they do but flater with their lippes and dissemble in their herte.
3O that the LORDE wolde rote out all disceatfull lippes, ad the tonge that speaketh proude thinges.
13Let him refrayne his tonge from euell, and his lippes that they speake no gyle.
12For ye synne of their mouth, for the wordes of their lippes, & because of their pryde, let the be taken: & why? their preachinge is of cursynge & lyes.
4A wicked body holdeth moch of false lippes, & a dyssemblynge persone geueth eare to a disceatfull toge.
3The wordes of his mouth are vnrightuousnesse and disceate, he wil not be lerned to do good.
16But vnto the vngodly sayeth God: Why doest thou preach my lawes, and takest my couenaunt in thy mouth?
17Where as thou hatest to be refourmed, and castest my wordes behynde the?
3How longe wil ye ymagin myschefe agaynst euery man? ye shal be slayne all ye sorte of you: yee as a tottringe wall shal ye be, & like a broken hedge.
4Their deuyce is only how to put him out, their delyte is i lyes: they geue good wordes wt their mouth but curse wt their herte.
4Wherin take ye youre pleasure? Vpo whom gape ye with yor mouth, & bleare out yor tonge? Are ye not childre of aduoutry, & a sede of dissimulaicon?
2and speake agaynst me with false toges. They compase me aboute with wordes of hatred, & fight agaynst me without a cause.
24An enemie dyssembleth with his lippes, and in the meane season he ymagineth myschefe:
3They sharpen their tonges like a serpent, Adders poyson is vnder their lippes.
12Whe wickednesse is swete in his mouth, he hydeth it vnder his tonge.
20For they speake vnright of the, thine enemies exalte them selues presumptuously.
17Neuerthelesse, thou hast condemned the iudgment of the vngodly, yee euen soch a iudgment and sentence shalt thou suffre.
5Yee one dissembleth with another, and they deale with no treuth. They haue practised their tunges to lye, and taken greate paynes to do myschefe.
22The LORDE abhorreth disceatfull lippes, but they that laboure for treuth, please him.
4A wholsome tonge is a tre of life, but he that abuseth it, hath a broken mynde.
13Their throte is an open sepulcre, with their tunges they haue disceaued, the poyson off Aspes is vnder their lippes.
14Their mouth is full of cursynge and bytternesse.
7Will ye make answere for God with lyes, and mateyne him with disceate?
24Put awaye from the a frowarde mouth, and let the lippes of slaunder be farre from the.
8Their tunges are like sharpe arowes, to speake disceate. With their mouth they speake peaceably to their neghboure, but preuely they laye waite for him.
20Who so hath a frowarde herte, opteyneth no good: and he yt hath an ouerthwarte tonge, shal fall into myschefe.
18Shewe thy seruaunt the light of thy countenaunce, helpe me for thy mercies sake.
19A true mouth is euer constat, but a dyssemblinge toge is soone chaunged.
36Neuerthelesse, they dyd but flater him in their mouthes, and dissembled with him in their tonges.
118Thou treadest downe all the yt departe from thy statutes, for they ymagin but disceate.
8Whose mouth talketh of vanite, & their right hade is a righthande of falsede.
13yt thy mynde is so puft vp agaynst God & lettest soch wordes go out of thy mouth?