1To the choirmaster: according to The Sheminith.* A Psalm of David. Save, O Lord, for the godly one is gone; for the faithful have vanished from among the children of man.2Everyone utters lies to his neighbor; with flattering lips and a double heart they speak.3May the Lord cut off all flattering lips, the tongue that makes great boasts,4those who say, “With our tongue we will prevail, our lips are with us; who is master over us?”5“Because the poor are plundered, because the needy groan, I will now arise,” says the Lord; “I will place him in the safety for which he longs.”6The words of the Lord are pure words, like silver refined in a furnace on the ground, purified seven times.7You, O Lord, will keep them; you will guard us* from this generation forever.8On every side the wicked prowl, as vileness is exalted among the children of man.
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