Psalm 12
To the choirmaster: according to The Sheminith. A Psalm of David.
Help me, O Lord, for there is no godly one left; for the faithful have vanished from among the children of men.
They speak falsely, every one with his neighbor; they flatter with their lips and deceive with a double heart.
The Lord shall root out all deceitful lips and the tongues that speak proud things,
Which have said, “With our tongue will we prevail; our lips are our own; who is lord over us?”
“Now because of the trouble of the needy and because of the deep sighing of the poor,
I will rise up,” says the Lord, “and will give help to every one who longs for it.”
The words of the Lord are pure words, even as silver that is tried in the furnace, and as gold that is purified seven times in the fire.
Preserve us, O Lord, and save us from this perverse and evil generation.
The ungodly walk on every side when wickedness is exalted among the children of men.
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