For the leader; "upon the eighth." A psalm of David.

Help, Lord, for no one loyal remains; the faithful have vanished from the human race.

Those who tell lies to one another speak with deceiving lips and a double heart.

May the Lord cut off all deceiving lips, and every boastful tongue.

Those who say, "By our tongues we prevail; when our lips speak, who can Lord it over us?"

"Because they rob the weak, and the needy groan, I will now arise," says the Lord; "I will grant safety to whoever longs for it."

The promises of the Lord are sure, silver refined in a crucible, silver purified seven times.

Lord, protect us always; preserve us from this generation.

On every side the wicked strut; the shameless are extolled by all.

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