Wherefore, O mighty man, dost thou

Verse 1

Wherefore, O mighty man, dost thou, Thy self, in mischief boast? Uninterrupted daily flows God's goodness without cost.

Verse 2

Thy tongue, the malice of thy heart, In falsehoods, spreads around; Like a keen razor, gives a deep. And unexpected wound.

Verse 3

Thou lovest evil more than good, Than right, more to speak wrong;

Verse 4

Devouring words are thy delight, O thou deceitful tongue.

Verse 5

Thee utterly shall God destroy, And snatch thee from thy place; O'erthrow thy House, and from the earth, Root thee, and all thy race.

Verse 6

With fear, the righteous shall behold, And thus, thy fall, deride:

Verse 7

"Lo! this the man! who God condemned, Nor on his strength relied; But, in the abundance of his wealth Himself secure he thought, And strengthened by his wicked arts; Lo! how he's brought to naught!

Verse 8

But I shall to God's house return, Fruitful as the olive tree; For I have ever fixed my trust, In God's benignity.

Verse 9

I'll ever celebrate thy praise, For what thou didst effect; And patient wait thy promised grace, Which all thy saints expect.