PSALM 12 God, a Helper against the Treacherous. For the choir director; upon an eight-stringed lyre. A Psalm of David. 12 1Help, Lord, for the godly man ceases to be, For the faithful disappear from among the sons of men. 2They speak [J]falsehood to one another; With flattering [K]lips and with a double heart they speak. 3May the Lord cut off all flattering lips, The tongue that speaks great things; 4Who have said, “With our tongue we will prevail; Our lips are [L]our own; who is lord over us?” 5“Because of the devastation of the afflicted, because of the groaning of the needy, Now I will arise,” says the Lord; “I will set him in the safety for which he longs.” 6The words of the Lord are pure words; As silver tried in a furnace on the earth, refined seven times. 7You, O Lord, will keep them; You will preserve him from this generation forever. 8The wicked strut about on every side When [M]vileness is exalted among the sons of men.
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