For in their mouth there is no truth, their inward part is ill; Their throat's an open sepulchre, their tongue doth flatter still.
They only plot to cast him down from his excellency: They joy in lies; with mouth they bless, but they curse inwardly.
Behold, thou in the inward parts with truth delighted art; And wisdom thou shalt make me know within the hidden part.
Thy tongue mischievous calumnies deviseth subtilely, Like to a razor sharp to cut, working deceitfully.
They have search'd out iniquities, a perfect search they keep: Of each of them the inward thought, and very heart, is deep.
Surely mean men are vanity, and great men are a lie; In balance laid, they wholly are more light than vanity.
O Lord, instruct me in thy way, to me a leader be In a plain path, because of those that hatred bear to me.
To thee is my reproach well known, my shame, and my disgrace: Those that mine adversaries be are all before thy face.