Cutt'st off that liars be: The bloody and deceitful man abhorred is by thee.
But thou, O Lord my God, those men in justice shalt o'erthrow, And in destruction's dungeon dark at last shalt lay them low: The bloody and deceitful men shall not live half their days: But upon thee with confidence I will depend always.
O ye the sons of men! how long will ye love vanities? How long my glory turn to shame, and will ye follow lies?
Judge me, O God, and plead my cause against th' ungodly nation; From the unjust and crafty man, O be thou my salvation.
men's sons. The just he proves: But his soul hates the wicked man, and him that vi'lence loves.