1For the Chief Musician; upon an eight-stringed lyre. A Psalm of David. 2Everyone lies to his neighbor. 3May JEHOVAH cut off all flattering lips, 4who have said, "With our tongue we will prevail. 5"Because of the oppression of the weak and because of the groaning of the needy, 6The words of JEHOVAH are flawless words, 7You will keep them, JEHOVAH. 8The wicked walk on every side,