| 1절 | To the Chief Musician. On an eight-stringed harp. A Psalm of David. Help, LORD, for the godly man ceases! For the faithful disappear from among the sons of men.
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| 2절 | They speak idly everyone with his neighbor; With flattering lips and a double heart they speak.
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| 3절 | May the LORD cut off all flattering lips, And the tongue that speaks proud things,
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| 4절 | Who have said, \"With our tongue we will prevail; Our lips are our own; Who is lord over us?\"
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| 5절 | \"For the oppression of the poor, for the sighing of the needy, Now I will arise,\" says the LORD; \"I will set him in the safety for which he yearns.\"
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| 6절 | The words of the LORD are pure words, Like silver tried in a furnace of earth, Purified seven times.
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| 7절 | You shall keep them, O LORD, You shall preserve them from this generation forever.
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| 8절 | The wicked prowl on every side, When vileness is exalted among the sons of men.
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