Psalms

For the Chief Musician; upon an eight-stringed lyre. A Psalm of David.

1Help, LORD; for the godly man ceases.For the faithful fail from among the children of men.

2Everyone lies to his neighbor.They speak with flattering lips, and with a double heart.

3May the LORD cut off all flattering lips,and the tongue that boasts,

4who have said, “With our tongue we will prevail.Our lips are our own. Who is lord over us?”

5“Because of the oppression of the weak and because of the groaning of the needy,I will now arise,” says the LORD;“I will set him in safety from those who malign him.”

6The LORD’s words are flawless words,as silver refined in a clay furnace, purified seven times.

7You will keep them, LORD.You will preserve them from this generation forever.

8The wicked walk on every side,when what is vile is exalted among the sons of men.

1Unto the end, a psalm for David. How long, O Lord, wilt thou forget me unto the end? how long dost thou turn away thy face from me?

2How long shall I take counsels in my soul, sorrow in my heart all the day?

3How long shall my enemy be exalted over me?

4Consider, and hear me, O Lord my God. Enlighten my eyes that I never sleep in death:

5Lest at any time my enemy say: I have prevailed against him. They that trouble me will rejoice when I am moved:

6But I have trusted in thy mercy. My heart shall rejoice in thy salvation: I will sing to the Lord, who giveth me good things: yea I will sing to the name of the Lord the most high.

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