3-4 Slice their lips off their faces! Pull
The braggart tongues from their mouths!
I’m tired of hearing, “We can talk anyone into anything!
Our lips manage the world.”

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.”

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May the Lord silence all flattering lips(A)
    and every boastful tongue—(B)
those who say,
    “By our tongues we will prevail;(C)
    our own lips will defend us—who is lord over us?”

“Because the poor are plundered(D) and the needy groan,(E)
    I will now arise,(F)” says the Lord.
    “I will protect them(G) from those who malign them.”

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