The Message Bible MSG
Young's Literal Translation YLT
1 Quick, God, I need your helping hand! The last decent person just went down, All the friends I depended on gone.
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To the Overseer, on the octave. -- A Psalm of David. Save, Jehovah, for the saintly hath failed, For the stedfast have ceased From the sons of men:
2 Everyone talks in lie language; Lies slide off their oily lips. They doubletalk with forked tongues.
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Vanity they speak each with his neighbour, Lip of flattery! With heart and heart they speak.
3 Slice their lips off their faces! Pull The braggart tongues from their mouths!
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Jehovah doth cut off all lips of flattery, A tongue speaking great things,
4 I'm tired of hearing, "We can talk anyone into anything! Our lips manage the world."
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Who said, `By our tongue we do mightily: Our lips [are] our own; who [is] lord over us?'
5 Into the hovels of the poor, Into the dark streets where the homeless groan, God speaks: "I've had enough; I'm on my way To heal the ache in the heart of the wretched."
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Because of the spoiling of the poor, Because of the groaning of the needy, Now do I arise, saith Jehovah, I set in safety [him who] doth breathe for it.
6 God's words are pure words, Pure silver words refined seven times In the fires of his word-kiln, Pure on earth as well as in heaven.
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Sayings of Jehovah [are] pure sayings; Silver tried in a furnace of earth refined sevenfold.
7 God, keep us safe from their lies, From the wicked who stalk us with lies,
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Thou, O Jehovah, dost preserve them, Thou keepest us from this generation to the age.
8 From the wicked who collect honors For their wonderful lies.
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Around the wicked walk continually, According as vileness is exalted by sons of men!
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Young's Literal Translation is in the public domain.