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Save, YHWH, for the kind one is no more! For the trustworthy have ceased from among the sons of men.
They speak falsehood with each other; They speak with flattering lips, a double heart.
YHWH does cut off all flattering lips, A tongue that speaks swelling words,
Who have said, 'With our tongue we do mightily; Our lips are our own; Who is master over us?'
'Because of the oppression of the poor, because of the sighing of the needy, I now arise,' says YHWH, 'I set in safety - he pants for it.'
The Words of YHWH are clean Words, Silver tried in a furnace of earth, Refined seven times.
You guard them, O YHWH, You preserve them from this generation forever.
The wrong walk around on every side, When worthlessness is exalted among the sons of men.