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God, a Helper against the Treacherous.
For the choir director; upon an eight-stringed lyre. A Psalm of David.
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| Psalm 12:1 |
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Help, LORD, for the godly man ceases to be,
For the faithful disappear from among the sons of men. |
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| Psalm 12:2 |
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They speak falsehood to one another; With flattering
lips and with a double heart they speak. |
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| Psalm 12:3 |
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May the LORD cut off all flattering lips, The
tongue that speaks great things; |
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| Psalm 12:4 |
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Who have said, "With our tongue we will prevail;
Our lips are our own; who is lord over us?" |
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| Psalm 12:5 |
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"Because of the devastation of the afflicted,
because of the groaning of the needy, Now I will arise," says the LORD; "I will
set him in the safety for which he longs." |
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| Psalm 12:6 |
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The words of the LORD are pure words; As silver
tried in a furnace on the earth, refined seven times. |
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| Psalm 12:7 |
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You, O LORD, will keep them; You will preserve
him from this generation forever. |
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| Psalm 12:8 |
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The wicked strut about on every side When vileness
is exalted among the sons of men. |
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