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1 A David psalm

Quick, God, I need your helping hand!

The last decent person just went down,

All the friends I depended on gone.

2 Everyone talks in lie language;

Lies slide off their oily lips.

They doubletalk with forked tongues.

3 Slice their lips off their faces! Pull

The braggart tongues from their mouths!

4 I'm tired of hearing, "We can talk anyone into anything!

Our lips manage the world."

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."

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.

7 God, keep us safe from their lies,

From the wicked who stalk us with lies,

8 From the wicked who collect honors

For their wonderful lies.

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