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| 1. | {For the Chief Musician; upon an eight-stringed lyre. A Psalm of David.} Help, Yahweh; for the godly man ceases. For the faithful fail from among the children of men. |
| 2. | Everyone lies to his neighbor. They speak with flattering lips, and with a double heart. |
| 3. | May Yahweh cut off all flattering lips, and the tongue that boasts, |
| 4. | who have said, "With our tongue we will prevail. Our lips are our own. Who is lord over us?" |
| 5. | "Because of the oppression of the weak and because of the groaning of the needy, I will now arise," says Yahweh; "I will set him in safety from those who malign him." |
| 6. | The words of Yahweh are flawless words, as silver refined in a clay furnace, purified seven times. |
| 7. | You will keep them, Yahweh. You will preserve them from this generation forever. |
| 8. | The wicked walk on every side, when what is vile is exalted among the sons of men. |