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To the victor, upon the sheminith*; a psalm of◦ David.
2 Save, O Jehovah, for the merciful one has come··to··an··end;
for the faithful fail◦ from the sons of man.
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3 They speak vanity, a man◦ with◦ his companion;
with a flattering lip, with one heart and a second heart they speak.
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4 Jehovah will cut··off all flattering lips,
the tongue that speaks great things;
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5 who say, As··to our tongue we will prevail;
our lips are with◦ us; who is lord to us?
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6 From the devastation of the afflicted,
from the groaning◦ of the needy,
now will I arise, says Jehovah;
I will set◦ him in safety from him who puffs* at him.
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7 The sayings of Jehovah are clean sayings;
silver refined in a crucible of◦ earth, refined◦ sevenfold.
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8 Thou◦, O Jehovah, wilt keep them,
Thou wilt preserve him from this generation to eternity;
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9 the wicked walk all around,
as worthlessness is exalted for the sons of man.