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To the director on the lower octave.*+ A melody of David. 12 Do save [me],*+ O Jehovah, for the loyal one has come to an end;+ For faithful people have vanished from the sons of men. 2 Untruth they keep speaking one to the other;+ With a smooth lip+ they keep speaking even with a double heart.*+ 3 Jehovah will cut off all smooth lips, The tongue speaking great things,+ 4 Those who have said: “With our tongue we shall prevail.+ Our lips are with us. Who will be a master to us?” 5 “Because of the despoiling of the afflicted ones, because of the sighing of the poor ones,+ I shall at this time arise,” says Jehovah.+ “I shall put [him] in safety from anyone that puffs at him.”+ 6 The sayings of Jehovah are pure sayings,+ As silver refined in a smelting furnace* of earth, clarified seven times. 7 You yourself, O Jehovah, will guard them;+ You will preserve each one from this generation to time indefinite. 8 The wicked ones walk all around, Because vileness is exalted among the sons of men.+