The Psalms

Psalm 12

Help, O LORD, for there is no longer anyone who is godly; the faithful have disappeared from humankind.

They utter lies to each other; with flattering lips and a double heart they speak.

May the LORD cut off all flattering lips, the tongue that makes great boasts,

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those who say, "With our tongues we will prevail; our lips are our own--who is our master?"

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"Because the poor are despoiled, because the needy groan, I will now rise up," says the LORD; "I will place them in the safety for which they long."

The promises of the LORD are promises that are pure, silver refined in a furnace on the ground, purified seven times.

You, O LORD, will protect us; you will guard us from this generation forever.

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On every side the wicked prowl, as vileness is exalted among humankind.

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