 1 To the Chief Musician, on eight. A Psalm of David. Help, Lord, for the godly man ceases. For the faithful fail from among the children of men. 2 Each one speaks vanity with his neighbor. They speak with flattering lips and a double heart. 3 The Lord will cut off all flattering lips and the tongue that speaks proud things 4 and that has said, With our tongue we will do much and our lips are our own. Who is lord over us? 5 For the oppression of the poor, for the sighing of the needy, I will now arise, says the Lord. I will set in safety, he pants for it. 6 The words of the Lord are pure words, like silver tried in a furnace of earth, purified seven times. 7 You shall keep them, O Lord, you shall preserve them from this generation forever. 8 The wicked walk on every side, when the vilest people are exalted.
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