Psalm 50:19

Psalms of David in Metre 1650 (Scottish Psalter)

Thou giv'st thy mouth to ill, thy tongue deceit doth frame;

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His mouth with cursing, fraud, deceit, is fill'd abundantly; And underneath his tongue there is mischief and vanity.

More smooth than butter were his words, while in his heart was war; His speeches were more soft than oil, and yet drawn swords they are.

He was no foe that me reproach'd, then that endure I could; Nor hater that did 'gainst me boast, from him me hide I would.

For in their mouth there is no truth, their inward part is ill; Their throat's an open sepulchre, their tongue doth flatter still.