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They speak idly everyone with his neighbor; With flattering lips and a double heart they speak.
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May the Lord cut off all flattering lips, And the tongue that speaks proud things,
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Who have said, "With our tongue we will prevail; Our lips are our own; Who is lord over us?"
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"For the oppression of the poor, for the sighing of the needy, Now I will arise," says the Lord; "I will set him in the safety for which he yearns."
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The words of the Lord are pure words, Like silver tried in a furnace of earth, Purified seven times.
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You shall keep them, O Lord, You shall preserve them from this generation forever.
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The wicked prowl on every side, When vileness is exalted among the sons of men.