Quid gloriaris. Psal. lii.
WHy dost thou, tyrant, boast abroad
thy wicked works to praise?
Dost thou not know there is a God,
whose merties last always?
[verse 2] Why doth thy minde yet still devise
such wicked wiles to warp?
Thy tongue untrue in forging lies,
is like a rafour sharp.
[verse 3] On mischief why set'st thou thy minde,
and wilt not walk upright?
Thou hast more lust false tales to finde
then bring the truth to light.
[verse 4] Thou dost delight in fraud and guile,
in mischief, bloud, and wrong:
Thy lips have learn'd the flattering style,
O false deceitful tongue.
[verse 5] Therefore shall God for ay confound▪
and pluck thee from thy place,
Thy seed root out from off the ground,
and so shall thee deface.
[verse 6] The just when they behold thy fall,
with fear will praise the Lord,
And in reproach of thee withall
cry out with one accord,
[verse 7] Behold the man that would not take
the Lord for his defence:
But of his goods his god did make,
and trust his corrupt sense.
[verse 8] But I as olive fresh and green
shall spring and spread abroad:
For why? my trust all times hath been
upon the living God.
[verse 9] For this therefore will I give praise
to thee with heart and voice:
I will set forth thy Name always,
wherein thy faints rejoyce.