The Psalms (WEB)

Psalm 12

For the Chief Musician; upon an eight-stringed lyre. A Psalm of David.

 ^12:1Help, Yahweh; for the godly man ceases.
      For the faithful fail from among the children of men.

 ^12:2Everyone lies to his neighbor.
      With flattering lips, and with a double heart, do they speak.

 ^12:3May Yahweh cut off all flattering lips,
      And the tongue that boasts,

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

 ^12:5"Because of the oppression of the weak and because of the groaning of the needy,
      I will now arise," says Yahweh;

 "I will set him in safety from those who malign him."

 ^12:6The words of Yahweh are flawless words,
      As silver refined in a clay furnace, purified seven times.

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

 ^12:8The wicked walk on every side,
      When what is vile is exalted among the sons of men.

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