Psalms 12 ⓘ

12:1 For the Chief Musician; upon an eight-stringed lyre. A Psalm of David. Help, LORD; for the godly man ceases. For the faithful fail from amongst the children of men.

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12:2 Everyone lies to his neighbour. They speak with flattering lips, and with a double heart.

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12:3 May the LORD cut off all flattering lips, and the tongue that boasts,

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12:4 who have said, “With our tongue we will prevail. Our lips are our own. Who is lord over us?”

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12:5 “Because of the oppression of the weak and because of the groaning of the needy, I will now arise,” says the LORD; “I will set him in safety from those who malign him.”

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12:6 The LORD’s words are flawless words, as silver refined in a clay furnace, purified seven times.

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12:7 You will keep them, LORD. You will preserve them from this generation forever.

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12:8 The wicked walk on every side, when what is vile is exalted amongst the sons of men.

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