Coverdale(i)
1 Why boastest thou thy self (thou Tyraunt) that thou canst do myschefe?
2 Where as the goodnesse of God endureth yet daylie.
3 Thy tonge ymagineth wickednesse, and with lyes it cutteth like a sharpe rasoure.
4 Thou louest vngraciousnesse more the good, to talke of lyes more then rightuousnesse.
5 Sela. Thou louest to speake all wordes yt maye do hurte, O thou false toge.
6 Therfore shal God cleane destroyethe, smyte the in peces, plucke the out of thy dwellinge, and rote the out of the londe of the lyuinge.