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The More Things Change…

by on December 7, 2013

 

Help, LORD, for the godly man ceases!

For the faithful disappear from among the sons of men.

They speak idly everyone with his neighbor;

With flattering lips and a double heart they speak.

May the LORD cut off all flattering lips,

And the tongue that speaks proud things,

Who have said,

“With our tongue we will prevail;

Our lips are our own;

Who is lord over us?”

 

“For the oppression of the poor,

For the sighing of the needy,

Now I will arise,” says the LORD;

“I will set him in the safety for which he yearns.”

 

The words of the LORD are pure words,

Like silver tried in a furnace of earth,

Purified seven times.

 

You shall keep them, O LORD,

You shall preserve them from this generation forever.

The wicked prowl on every side,

When vileness is exalted among the sons of men.

 

Psalms 12

 

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