Psalm 12
To the Chief Musician. On an eight-stringed harp. A Psalm of David.
Help, O LORD, for the godly are few, for they scatter!
And the faithful have vanished from earth!
Neighbors lie to each other with lips meant to flatter;
double-hearted, their words have no worth.
May the LORD cut off lips that would flatter and fake it,
may he silence the tongue of the fool.
They have said, With our tongues we'll prevail and we'll make it;
who denies that our lips do not rule?
Says the LORD, For the poor and their groaning in earnest,
I will rise up and save the maligned.
The LORD's words are like silver that's pure from the furnace,
and as gold seven times been refined.
You, O LORD, will protect them and keep safe the needy,
kept forever from their evil hand.
Even though all around us the wicked strut freely,
while their evil is praised through the land.
Help, O LORD, for the godly are few, for they scatter!
And the faithful have vanished from earth!
Neighbors lie to each other with lips meant to flatter;
double-hearted, their words have no worth.
May the LORD cut off lips that would flatter and fake it,
may he silence the tongue of the fool.
They have said, With our tongues we'll prevail and we'll make it;
who denies that our lips do not rule?
Says the LORD, For the poor and their groaning in earnest,
I will rise up and save the maligned.
The LORD's words are like silver that's pure from the furnace,
and as gold seven times been refined.
You, O LORD, will protect them and keep safe the needy,
kept forever from their evil hand.
Even though all around us the wicked strut freely,
while their evil is praised through the land.
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