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Psalms • Chapter 12
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For the choirmaster; on the eighth, a psalm of David.
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Save, O Yahweh, for the godly one has perished; for the faithful have vanished from among the sons of man.
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In vain they speak, each man to his neighbor; with flattering lips and a double heart they speak.
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The Lord will cut off all flattering lips, the tongue that speaks great things.
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Which they said to our tongue, "Who is our lord?"
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From the oppression of the needy, from the sighing of the poor, now I will arise, says the Lord; I will set him in safety for which he longs.
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The words of the LORD are pure words, like silver refined in a furnace, purified seven times.
8
You, O Lord, will preserve us from this generation forever.
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