| | 1 | Help, Yahweh; for the godly man ceases. For the faithful fail from among the children of men.
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| | 2 | Everyone lies to his neighbor. With flattering lips, and with a double heart, do they speak.
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| | 3 | May Yahweh cut off all flattering lips, And the tongue that boasts,
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| | 4 | Who have said, "With our tongue will we prevail. Our lips are our own. Who is lord over us?"
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| | 5 | "Because of the oppression of the weak and because of the groaning of the needy, I will now arise," says Yahweh; "I will set him in safety from those who malign him."
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| | 6 | The words of Yahweh are flawless words, As silver refined in a clay furnace, purified seven times.
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| | 7 | You will keep them, Yahweh, You will preserve them from this generation forever.
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| | 8 | The wicked walk on every side, When what is vile is exalted among the sons of men. Psalm 13 For the Chief Musician. A Psalm by David.
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