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1 For the end, a Psalm of David, upon the eighth.
2 Save me, O Lord; for the godly man has failed;
For truth is diminished from among the children of men.
3 Every one has spoken vanity to his neighbor:
Their lips are deceitful, they have spoken with a double heart.
4 Let the Lord destroy all the deceitful lips,
And the tongue that speaks great words:
5 Who have said, We will magnify our tongue;
Our lips are our own: who is Lord of us?
6 Because of the misery of the poor,
And because of the sighing of the needy,
Now will I arise, saith the Lord,
I will set them in safety; I will speak to them thereof openly.
7 The oracles of the Lord are pure oracles;
As silver tried in the fire, proved in a furnace of earth,
Purified seven times.
8 Thou, O Lord, shalt keep us,
And shalt preserve us, from this generation, and forever.
9 The ungodly walk around:
According to thy greatness thou hast greatly exalted the sons of men.