“Because
the poor are plundered, because the needy groan, I will now arise,” says the
Lord;
“I will place him in the safety for which he longs.”
The words of the Lord are pure words, like silver refined in a furnace on the
ground, purified seven times.
Save,
O Lord, for the godly one is gone; for the faithful have vanished from among
the children of man. Everyone utters lies to his neighbour; with flattering
lips and a double heart they speak. May the Lord cut off all flattering lips, the
tongue that makes great boasts, those who say, “With our tongue we will
prevail, our lips are with us; who is master over us?”
You,
O Lord, will keep them; you will guard us from this generation forever.
On every side the wicked prowl, as vileness is exalted among the children of
man.
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