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Psalm 12

by on March 3, 2014



To the Chief Musician. On an eight-stringed harp. A Psalm of David.


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?”


Now I will arise,” says the LORD

“For the oppression of the poor, for the sighing of the needy;

“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.

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