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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.