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| 1. | Unto the end; for the octave, a psalm for David. |
| 2. | Save me, O Lord, for there is now no saint: truths are decayed from among the children of men. |
| 3. | They have spoken vain things every one to his neighbour: with deceitful lips, and with a double heart have they spoken. |
| 4. | May the Lord destroy all deceitful lips, and the tongue that speaketh proud things. |
| 5. | Who have said: We will magnify our tongue; our lips are our own; who is Lord over us? |
| 6. | By reason of the misery of the needy, and the groans of the poor, now will I arise, saith the Lord. I win set him in safety; I will deal confidently in his regard. |
| 7. | The words of the Lord are pure words: as silver tried by the fire, purged from the earth refined seven times. |
| 8. | Thou, O Lord, wilt preserve us.: and keep us from this generation for ever. |
| 9. | The wicked walk round about: according to thy highness, thou best multiplied the children of men. |