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