Testo Cast Down

The wicked plot against the just With blood thirsty teeth They draw the sword to cut down All the poor and needy the wicked boast in evil And their tongue plans destruction They love to speak their lies Devouring words will cease for no one How long Will the wicked prosper They soon Will be cut down like grass Pride serves as their necklace Violence covers them like clothes Their eyes bulge with abundance As they weigh out The violence of their hands In the end they will be cast down to destruction In the end they will be brought to desolation