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May the Lord cut off all flattering lips,
    the tongue that makes great boasts,
those who say, ‘With our tongues we will prevail;
    our lips are our own—who is our master?’

‘Because the poor are despoiled, because the needy groan,
    I will now rise up,’ says the Lord;
    ‘I will place them in the safety for which they long.’

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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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