P S A L . X I I (12)
2 They speake deceitfully every one with his neighbour, flattering with their lips, and speake with a double heart.
3 The Lord cut off all flattering lips, and the tongue that speaketh proud things:
4 Which have said, With our tongue will wee prevaile: our lips are our owne: who is Lord over us?
5 Now for the oppression of the needie, and for the sighes of the poor, I wil up, saith the Lord, and will set at liberty him, whom the wicked have snared.
6 The words of the Lord are pure words, as the silver, tried in a fornace of earth, fined seven fold.
7 Thou wilt keepe them, O Lord, thou wilt preserve him from this generation for ever.
8 The wicked walke on every side: when they are exalted, it is a shame for the sonnes of men.