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Chapter Summary
Help, O LORD, for the godly are no more. Everyone lies. "I will protect the weak," says the LORD. The words of the LORD are pure.
1Unto the end. For the octave. A Psalm of David. 2Save me, O Lord, because holiness has passed away, because truths have been diminished, before the sons of men. 3They have been speaking emptiness, each one to his neighbor; they have been speaking with deceitful lips and a duplicitous heart. 4May the Lord scatter all deceitful lips, along with the tongue that speaks malice. 5They have said: “We will magnify our tongue; our lips belong to us. What is Lord to us?” 6Because of the misery of the destitute and the groaning of the poor, now I will arise, says the Lord. I will place him in safety. I will act faithfully toward him. 7The eloquence of the Lord is pure eloquence, silver tested by fire, purged from the earth, refined seven times. 8You, O Lord, will preserve us, and you will guard us from this generation into eternity. 9The impious wander aimlessly. According to your loftiness, you have multiplied the sons of men.