Psalm 12

1. 1

   Help me, LORD, for there is no godly one left; *
   the faithful have vanished from among us.

2. 2

   Everyone speaks falsely with his neighbor; *
   with a smooth tongue they speak from a double heart.

3. 3

   Oh, that the LORD would cut off all smooth tongues, *
   and close the lips that utter proud boasts!

4. 4

   Those who say, "With our tongue will we prevail; *
   our lips are our own; who is lord over us?"

5. 5

   "Because the needy are oppressed, and the poor cry out in misery, *
   I will rise up," says the LORD, "and give them the help they long for."

6. 6

   The words of the LORD are pure words, *
   like silver refined from ore and purified seven times in the fire.

7. 7

   O LORD, watch over us *
   and save us from this generation for ever.

8. 8

   The wicked prowl on every side, *
   and that which is worthless is highly prized by everyone.

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