May the LORD cut off all flattering lips1 and every boastful tongue24
that says, "We will triumph with our tongues;3 we own our lipsa--who is our master?"
"Because of the oppression4 of the weak and the groaning5 of the needy, I will now arise,6" says the LORD. "I will protect them7 from those who malign them."
And the words of the LORD are flawless,8 like silver refined9 in a furnace10 of clay, purified seven times.
O LORD, you will keep us safe11 and protect us from such people forever.128
The wicked freely strut13 about when what is vile is honored among men.