Young's Literal Translation YLT
New International Version NIV
1 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:
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Help, LORD, for no one is faithful anymore; those who are loyal have vanished from the human race.
2 Vanity they speak each with his neighbour, Lip of flattery! With heart and heart they speak.
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Everyone lies to their neighbor; they flatter with their lips but harbor deception in their hearts.
3 Jehovah doth cut off all lips of flattery, A tongue speaking great things,
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May the LORD silence all flattering lips and every boastful tongue—
4 Who said, `By our tongue we do mightily: Our lips [are] our own; who [is] lord over us?'
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those who say, “By our tongues we will prevail; our own lips will defend us—who is lord over us?”
5 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.
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“Because the poor are plundered and the needy groan, I will now arise,” says the LORD. “I will protect them from those who malign them.”
6 Sayings of Jehovah [are] pure sayings; Silver tried in a furnace of earth refined sevenfold.
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And the words of the LORD are flawless, like silver purified in a crucible, like gold refined seven times.
7 Thou, O Jehovah, dost preserve them, Thou keepest us from this generation to the age.
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You, LORD, will keep the needy safe and will protect us forever from the wicked,
8 Around the wicked walk continually, According as vileness is exalted by sons of men!
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who freely strut about when what is vile is honored by the human race.
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