|New American Bible|
2002 11 11
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1 For the leader; "upon the eighth." A psalm of David.
Help, LORD, for no one loyal remains; the faithful have vanished from the human race
Those who tell lies to one another speak with deceiving lips and a double heart.
May the LORD cut off all deceiving lips, and every boastful tongue,
Those who say, "By our tongues we prevail; when our lips speak, who can lord it over us?"
"Because they rob the weak, and the needy groan, I will now arise," says the LORD; "I will grant safety to whoever longs for it."
2 The promises of the LORD are sure, silver refined in a crucible, silver purified seven times.
LORD, protect us always; preserve us from this generation.
On every side the wicked strut; the shameless are extolled by all.