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God, a Helper against the Treacherous.
To the Chief Musician; *set an octave below. A Psalm of David.
Save and help and rescue, Loʀᴅ, for godly people cease to be,
For the faithful vanish from among the sons of men.
They speak deceitful and worthless words to one another;
With flattering lips and a double heart they speak.
May the Loʀᴅ cut off all flattering lips,
The tongue that speaks great things [in boasting];
Who have said, “With our tongue we will prevail;
Our lips are our own; who is lord and master over us?”
“Because of the devastation of the afflicted, because of the groaning of the needy,
Now I will arise,” says the Loʀᴅ; “I will place him in the safety for which he longs.”
 
The words and promises of the Loʀᴅ are pure words,
Like silver refined in an earthen furnace, purified seven times.
You, O Loʀᴅ, will preserve and keep them;
You will protect him from this [evil] generation forever.
The wicked strut about [in pompous self-importance] on every side,
As vileness is exalted and baseness is prized among the sons of men.
* 12: Or possibly on the eight-stringed lyre; meaning uncertain.