| 1
| Help me, LORD, for there is no godly one
left; *
the faithful have vanished from among us.
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| 2
| Everyone speaks falsely with his neighbor;
*
with a smooth tongue they speak from a double heart.
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| 3
| Oh, that the LORD would cut off all smooth
tongues, *
and close the lips that utter proud boasts!
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| 4
| Those who say, "With our tongue will
we prevail; *
our lips are our own; who is lord over us?"
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| 5
| "Because the needy are oppressed,
and the poor cry out in misery, *
I will rise up," says the LORD,
"and give them the help they long for."
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| 6
| The words of the LORD are pure words, *
like silver refined from ore
and purified seven times in the fire.
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| 7
| O LORD, watch over us *
and save us from this generation for ever.
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| 8
| The wicked prowl on every side, *
and that which is worthless is highly prized by everyone.
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