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(12) For the end, A Psalm of David, upon the eighth. 
 1 Save me, O Lord; for the godly man has failed; for * Gr. truths are become rare  truth is diminished from amongst the children of men. 
 2 Every one has spoken vanity to his neighbour: their lips are deceitful, they have spoken with a double heart. 
 3 Let the Lord destroy all the deceitful lips, and the tongue that speaks great words: 
 4 who have said, We will magnify our tongue; our lips are our own: who is Lord of us? 
 5 Because of the misery of the poor, and because of the sighing of the needy, now will I arise, says the Lord, I will set them in safety; I will speak to them thereof openly. 
 6 The oracles of the Lord are pure oracles; as silver tried in the fire, proved in † Gr. the earth.  a furnace of earth, purified seven times. 
 7 You, O Lord, shall keep us, and shall preserve us, from this generation, and for ever. 
 8 The ungodly walk around: according to your greatness you have greatly exalted the sons of men.