They have search'd out iniquities, a perfect search they keep: Of each of them the inward thought, and very heart, is deep.
For in their mouth there is no truth, their inward part is ill; Their throat's an open sepulchre, their tongue doth flatter still.
False witnesses rose; to my charge things I not knew they laid.
Their inward thought is, that their house and dwelling-places shall Stand through all ages; they their lands by their own names do call.
He thus hath said within his heart, The Lord hath quite forgot; He hides his countenance, and he for ever sees it not.