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To the chief Musician upon Sheminith A Psalm of David.
1 Help, Lord; for godly men do cease: faithful fail men among. 2 Each to his friend speaks vanity; with flattering lips, and tongue and with a double heart they speak. 3 All flatt’ring lips the Lord shall cut them off, with every tongue that speaketh boasting word.
4 Thus have they said, we with our tongue, prevailing pow’r shall get; are not our lips our own: for Lord who over us is set? 5 Thus saith the Lord, for sighs of them that want, for poor opprest, I’ll now arise, from such as puff, will set him safe at rest.
6 Pure are the words the Lord doth speak: as silver that is try’d in earthen furnace, seven times that hath been purified. 7 Thou shalt them keep, O Lord, thou shalt preserve them ev’ry one, for evermore in safety from this generation.
8 The wicked men on ev’ry side do walk presumptuously, when as the vilest sons of men exalted are on high.