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Psalms 12

Help, for the Godly Are No More
1 To the choirmaster: according to The Sheminith. A Psalm of David.

 Save, O LORD, for the godly one is gone;
 for the faithful have vanished from among the children of man.
2 Everyone utters lies to his neighbor;
 with flattering lips and a double heart they speak.

3 May the LORD cut off all flattering lips,
 the tongue that makes great boasts,
4 those who say, “With our tongue we will prevail,
 our lips are with us; who is master over us”?


5 “Because the poor are plundered, because the needy groan,
 I will now arise,”

says the LORD;
 “I will place him in the safety for which he longs.”

6 The words of the LORD are pure words,
 like silver refined in a furnace on the ground,
 purified seven times.

7 You, O LORD, will keep them;
 you will guard us from this generation forever.
8 On every side the wicked prowl,
 as vileness is exalted among the children of man.