Psalm 12

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Psalm 12 For the director of music. According to sheminith. ^[1] A psalm of David.

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Help, LORD, for the godly are no more; the faithful have vanished from among men.

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Everyone lies to his neighbor; their flattering lips speak with deception.

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May the LORD cut off all flattering lips and every boastful tongue

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that says, "We will triumph with our tongues; we own our lips ^[2] --who is our master?"

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"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 them."

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And the words of the LORD are flawless, like silver refined in a furnace of clay, purified seven times.

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O LORD, you will keep us safe and protect us from such people forever.

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The wicked freely strut about when what is vile is honored among men.

1. [Title: Probably a musical term
2. [4] Or our lips are our plowshares