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(12) For the end, A Psalm of David, upon the eighth.
1 Save me, O Lord; for the godly man has failed; for * truth is diminished from among the children of men.
2 Every one has spoken vanity to his neighbor: their lips are deceitful, they have spoken with a double heart.
3 Let the Lord destroy all the deceitful lips, and the tongue that speaks great words:
4 who have said, We will magnify our tongue; our lips are our own: who is Lord of us?
5 Because of the misery of the poor, and because of the sighing of the needy, now will I arise, says the Lord, I will set them in safety; I will speak to them thereof openly.
6 The oracles of the Lord are pure oracles; as silver tried in the fire, proved in † a furnace of earth, purified seven times.
7 You, O Lord, shall keep us, and shall preserve us, from this generation, and for ever.
8 The ungodly walk around: according to your greatness you have greatly exalted the sons of men.
* 11:1 Gr. truths are become rare † 11:6 Gr. the earth.