Psalms 12

1 TO THE OVERSEER. ON THE EIGHTH. A PSALM OF DAVID. Save, YHWH, for the saintly has failed, || For the steadfast have ceased || From the sons of men: 2 They each speak vanity with his neighbor, || Lip of flattery! With heart and heart they speak. 3 YHWH cuts off all lips of flattery, || A tongue speaking great things, 4 Who said, “By our tongue we do mightily: Our lips are our own; who is lord over us?” 5 Because of the spoiling of the poor, || Because of the groaning of the needy, || Now I arise, says YHWH, || I set in safety him who breathes for it. 6 Sayings of YHWH are pure sayings—Silver tried in a furnace of earth, refined sevenfold. 7 You, O YHWH, preserve them, || You keep us from this generation to a distant age. 8 The wicked walk around continually, || According as vileness is exalted by sons of men!


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