To the chief Musician upon Sheminith, A Psalm of David.
Let the righteous smite me it shall be a kindness ... it shall be an excellent oil, which shall not break my head. 141:5
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To the chief Musician upon Sheminith, A Psalm of David.
1 Help, LORD; for the godly man ceaseth; for the faithful fail from among the children of men.
2 They speak vanity every one with his neighbour: with flattering lips and with a double heart do they speak.
3The LORD shall cut off all flattering lips, and the tongue that speaketh proud things:
God will cut off all flattering lips,
and tongues that speak proudly.
4 Who have said, With our tongue will we prevail; our lips are our own: who is lord over us?
5 For the oppression of the poor, for the sighing of the needy, now will I arise, saith the LORD; I will set him in safety from him that puffeth at him.
Who said,
With my tongue, I will prevail.
My lips are my own.
Who is the boss of me?
6The words of the LORD are pure words: as silver tried in a furnace of earth, purified seven times.
7 Thou shalt keep them, O LORD, thou shalt preserve them from this generation for ever.
8 The wicked walk on every side, when the vilest men are exalted.
The wicked are everywhere, and vile men are exalted.
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