Psalms 62:4

4 Anthills plotting to bring down mountains, far gone in make-believe. You talk a good line, but every "blessing" breathes a curse.

Psalms 62:4 In-Context

2 He's solid rock under my feet, breathing room for my soul, An impregnable castle: I'm set for life.
3 How long will you gang up on me? How long will you run with the bullies? There's nothing to you, any of you - rotten floorboards, worm-eaten rafters,
4 Anthills plotting to bring down mountains, far gone in make-believe. You talk a good line, but every "blessing" breathes a curse.
5 God, the one and only - I'll wait as long as he says. Everything I hope for comes from him, so why not?
6 He's solid rock under my feet, breathing room for my soul, An impregnable castle: I'm set for life.
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