Shall of iniquity the throne have fellowship with thee, Which mischief, cunningly contriv'd, doth by a law decree?
Yea, ev'n within your very hearts ye wickedness have done; And ye the vi'lence of your hands do weigh the earth upon.
But to the wicked man God saith, My laws and truth Should'st thou declare? how dar'st thou take my cov'nant in thy mouth?
Why dost thou boast, O mighty man, of mischief and of ill? The goodness of Almighty God endureth ever still.
In gods' assembly God doth stand; he judgeth gods among.