Psa 12:1 To the chief musician, on eight. A Psalm of David. Help, O Jehovah, for the godly ceases to be; for the faithful fail from among the sons of men.
Psa 12:2 They speak vanity, each man with his neighbor; with flattering lips and a double heart they speak.
Psa 12:3 Jehovah shall cut off all with flattering lips and the tongue that speaks great things;
Psa 12:4 who say, We shall be strong by our tongue; our lips are our own; who is lord over us?
Psa 12:5 For the pain of the poor, for the sighing of the needy, I will now rise up, says Jehovah; I will set in safety; he pants for it.
Psa 12:6 The Words of Jehovah are pure Words, like silver refined in an earthen furnace, purified seven times.
Psa 12:7 You shall keep them, O Jehovah; You shall preserve them from this generation forever.
Psa 12:8 The wicked walk around on every side, when vileness is exalted by the sons of men.
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