[an error occurred while processing this directive] | New American Standard Bible 1995 |
1[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 1For the choir director; upon an eight-stringed lyre. A Psalm of David. Help, LORD, for the godly man ceases to be, For the faithful disappear from among the sons of men. |
2[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 2They speak falsehood to one another; With flattering lips and with a double heart they speak. |
3[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 3May the LORD cut off all flattering lips, The tongue that speaks great things; |
4[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 4Who have said, "With our tongue we will prevail; Our lips are our own; who is lord over us?" |
5[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 5"Because of the devastation of the afflicted, because of the groaning of the needy, Now I will arise," says the LORD; "I will set him in the safety for which he longs." |
6[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 6The words of the LORD are pure words; As silver tried in a furnace on the earth, refined seven times. |
7[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 7You, O LORD, will keep them; You will preserve him from this generation forever. |
8[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 8The wicked strut about on every side When vileness is exalted among the sons of men. |
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