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| 1. | To the Overseer, on the octave. -- A Psalm of David. |
| 2. | Save, Jehovah, for the saintly hath failed, For the stedfast have ceased From the sons of men: |
| 3. | Vanity they speak each with his neighbour, Lip of flattery! With heart and heart they speak. |
| 4. | Jehovah doth cut off all lips of flattery, A tongue speaking great things, |
| 5. | Who said, `By our tongue we do mightily: Our lips are our own; who is lord over us?` |
| 6. | Because of the spoiling of the poor, Because of the groaning of the needy, Now do I arise, saith Jehovah, I set in safety him who doth breathe for it. |
| 7. | Sayings of Jehovah are pure sayings; Silver tried in a furnace of earth refined sevenfold. |
| 8. | Thou, O Jehovah, dost preserve them, Thou keepest us from this generation to the age. |
| 9. | Around the wicked walk continually, According as vileness is exalted by sons of men! |