4 Who have said, With our tongue will we prevail; Our lips are our own: who is lord over us?
5 Because of the oppression of the poor, because of the sighing of the needy, Now will I arise, saith Jehovah; I will set him in the safety he panteth for.
6 The words of Jehovah are pure words; As silver tried in a furnace on the earth, Purified seven times.
7 Thou wilt keep them, O Jehovah, Thou wilt preserve them from this generation for ever.
8 The wicked walk on every side, When vileness is exalted among the sons of men.