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To the chief Musician upon Sheminith, A Psalm of David. 
 1 Help, Lord; for the godly man ceaseth; 
For the faithful fail from among the children of men. 
 2 They speak vanity every one with his neighbour: 
With flattering lips and with a double heart do they speak. 
 3 The Lord shall cut off all flattering lips, 
And the tongue that speaketh proud things: 
 4 Who have said, With our tongue will we prevail; 
Our lips are our own: who is lord over us? 
 5 For the oppression of the poor, for the sighing of the needy, 
Now will I arise, saith the Lord; 
I will set him in safety from him that puffeth at him. 
 6 The words of the Lord are pure words: 
As silver tried in a furnace of earth, purified seven times. 
 7 Thou shalt keep them, O Lord, 
Thou shalt preserve them from this generation for ever. 
 8 The wicked walk on every side, 
When the vilest men are exalted.