chapter_Psalm_12
Psalm 12:1: To the Overseer, on the octave. &#8212; A Psalm of David. Save, Jehovah, for the saintly hath failed, For the stedfast have ceased From the sons of men: Psalm 12:2: Vanity they speak each with his neighbour, Lip of flattery! With heart and heart they speak. Psalm 12:3: Jehovah doth cut off all lips of flattery, A tongue speaking great things, Psalm 12:4: Who said, 'By our tongue we do mightily: Our lips are our own; who is lord over us?' Psalm 12:5: Because of the spoiling of the poor, Because of the groaning of the needy, Now do I arise, saith Jehovah, I set in safety him who doth breathe for it. Psalm 12:6: Sayings of Jehovah are pure sayings; Silver tried in a furnace of earth refined sevenfold. Psalm 12:7: Thou, O Jehovah, dost preserve them, Thou keepest us from this generation to the age. Psalm 12:8: Around the wicked walk continually, According as vileness is exalted by sons of men!
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