PSALM 12
God, a Helper against the Treacherous.
For the music director; Or according to a lower octave (Heb Sheminith)upon an eight-stringed lyre. A Psalm of David.
1Help, Lord, for the godly person has come to an end,
For the faithful have disappeared from the sons of mankind.
2They speak Lit worthless speechlies to one another;
They speak with Lit a smooth lipflattering lips and a double heart.
The tongue that speaks great things;
4Who have said, “With our tongue we will prevail;
Our lips are Lit with usour own; who is lord over us?”
5“Because of the devastation of the poor, because of the groaning of the needy,
Now I will arise,” says the Lord; “I will put him in the safety for which he longs.”
6The words of the Lord are pure words;
Like silver refined in a furnace on the ground, filtered seven times.
7You, Lord, will keep them;
You will protect him from this generation forever.
8The wicked strut about on every side
When Or worthlessnessvileness is exalted among the sons of mankind.
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