Psalm 12 To the Chief Musician; set [possibly] an octave below. A Psalm of David. 12 1HELP, LORD! For principled and godly people are here no more; faithfulness and the faithful vanish from among the sons of men. 2To his neighbor each one speaks words without use or worth or truth; with flattering lips and double heart [deceitfully] they speak. 3May the Lord cut off all flattering lips and the tongues that speak proud boasting, 4Those who say, With our tongues we prevail; our lips are our own [to command at our will]--who is lord and master over us? 5Now will I arise, says the Lord, because the poor are oppressed, because of the groans of the needy; I will set him in safety and in the salvation for which he pants. 6The words and promises of the Lord are pure words, like silver refined in an earthen furnace, purified seven times over. 7You will keep them and preserve them, O Lord; You will guard and keep us from this [evil] generation forever. 8The wicked walk or prowl about on every side, as vileness is exalted [and baseness is rated high] among the sons of men.
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