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PSALM 12 God, a Helper against the Treacherous. For the choir director; upon an eight-stringed lyre. A Psalm of David.
1Help, Lord, for the godly man ceases to be,For the faithful disappear from among the sons of men.
2They speak falsehood to one another;With flattering 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 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 sideWhen vileness is exalted among the sons of men.