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[[To him that excelleth upon the eight tune .] A Psalm Chapter of David.]
[1] Help Lord, for there is not a godly man left: for the faithful are failed from among the children of men.
[2] They speak deceitfully every one with his neighbor, flattering with their lips, and speak with a double heart.
[3] The Lord cut off all flattering lips, and the tongue that speaketh proud things:
[4] Which have said, With our tongue will we prevail: our lips are our own: who is Lord over us?
[5] Now for the oppression of the needy, and for the sighs of the poor, I will up, saith the Lord, and will set at liberty him, whom the wicked hath snared.
[6] The words of the Lord are pure words, as the silver, tried in a furnace of earth, fined seven fold.
[7] Thou wilt keep them, O Lord: thou wilt preserve him from this generation forever.
[8] The wicked walk on every side: when they are exalted, it is a shame for the sons of men.
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