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Of those who say, “With our words we will win;
    our lips are our own. Who is the master of our souls?”

“I will rise up,” says the Eternal,
    “because the poor are being trampled, and the needy groan for My saving help.
    I will lift them up to the safety they long for.”
The promises of the Eternal, they are true, they are pure—
    like silver refined in a furnace,
    purified seven times, they will be without impurity.

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those who say,
    “By our tongues we will prevail;(A)
    our own lips will defend us—who is lord over us?”

“Because the poor are plundered(B) and the needy groan,(C)
    I will now arise,(D)” says the Lord.
    “I will protect them(E) from those who malign them.”
And the words of the Lord are flawless,(F)
    like silver purified(G) in a crucible,(H)
    like gold[a] refined seven times.

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Footnotes

  1. Psalm 12:6 Probable reading of the original Hebrew text; Masoretic Text earth