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A Prayer Against Liars

For the director of music. By the sheminith. A song of David.

12 Save me, Lord, because the good people are all gone.
    No true believers are left on earth.
Everyone lies to his neighbors.
    They say one thing and mean another.

The Lord will stop those lying lips.
    He will cut off those bragging tongues.
They say, “Our tongues will help us win.
    We can say what we wish. No one is our master.”

But the Lord says,
“I will now rise up
    because the poor are being hurt.
Because of the moans of the helpless,
    I will give them the help they want.”
The Lord’s words are pure.
    They are like silver purified by fire,
    like silver purified seven times over.

Lord, keep us safe.
    Always protect us from such people.
The wicked are all around us.
    Everyone loves what is wrong.

A Prayer for Help[a]

12 Help us, Lord!
    There is not a good person left;
    honest people can no longer be found.
All of them lie to one another;
    they deceive each other with flattery.

Silence those flattering tongues, O Lord!
    Close those boastful mouths that say,
“With our words we get what we want.
    We will say what we wish,
    and no one can stop us.”

“But now I will come,” says the Lord,
    “because the needy are oppressed
    and the persecuted groan in pain.
I will give them the security they long for.”

The promises of the Lord can be trusted;
    they are as genuine as silver
    refined seven times in the furnace.

7-8 The wicked are everywhere,
    and everyone praises what is evil.
Keep us always safe, O Lord,
    and preserve us from such people.

Footnotes

  1. Psalm 12:1 HEBREW TITLE: A psalm by David.

12 Help, Lord; for the godly man ceaseth; for the faithful fail from among the children of men.

They speak vanity every one with his neighbour: with flattering lips and with a double heart do they speak.

The Lord shall cut off all flattering lips, and the tongue that speaketh proud things:

Who have said, With our tongue will we prevail; our lips are our own: who is lord over us?

For the oppression of the poor, for the sighing of the needy, now will I arise, saith the Lord; I will set him in safety from him that puffeth at him.

The words of the Lord are pure words: as silver tried in a furnace of earth, purified seven times.

Thou shalt keep them, O Lord, thou shalt preserve them from this generation for ever.

The wicked walk on every side, when the vilest men are exalted.