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 1 For the end, a Psalm of David, upon the eighth.  
  2 Save me, O Lord; for the godly man has failed;  
For truth is diminished from among the children of men.   
 3 Every one has spoken vanity to his neighbor:  
Their lips are deceitful, they have spoken with a double heart.   
 4 Let the Lord destroy all the deceitful lips,  
And the tongue that speaks great words:   
 5 Who have said, We will magnify our tongue;  
Our lips are our own: who is Lord of us?   
 6 Because of the misery of the poor,  
And because of the sighing of the needy,  
Now will I arise, saith the Lord,  
I will set them in safety; I will speak to them thereof openly.   
 7 The oracles of the Lord are pure oracles;  
As silver tried in the fire, proved in a furnace of earth,  
Purified seven times.   
 8 Thou, O Lord, shalt keep us,  
And shalt preserve us, from this generation, and forever.   
 9 The ungodly walk around:  
According to thy greatness thou hast greatly exalted the sons of men.