Psalm 12

                                    For the director of music. According to sheminith.

                                                                     A psalm of David.

1 Help, Lord, for the godly are no more;

the faithful have vanished from among 


2 Everyone lies to his neighbor;

their flattering lips speak with deception.

3 May the Lord cut off all flattering lips

and every boastful tongue

4 that says, “We will triumph with our tongues;

we own our lips—-who is our master?”

5 “Because of the oppression of the weak

and the groaning of the needy,

I will now arise,” says the Lord.

“I will protect them from those who malign


6 And the words of the Lord are flawless,

like silver refined in a furnace of clay,

purified seven times.

7 O Lord, you will keep us safe

and protect us from such people forever.

8 The wicked freely strut about

when what is vile is honored among men.




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