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For the Chief Musician; upon an eight-stringed lyre. A Psalm of David.

12 Help, Yahweh; for the godly man ceases.
    For the faithful fail from among the children of men.
Everyone lies to his neighbor.
    They speak with flattering lips, and with a double heart.
May Yahweh cut off all flattering lips,
    and the tongue that boasts,
who have said, “With our tongue we will prevail.
    Our lips are our own.
    Who is lord over us?”
“Because of the oppression of the weak and because of the groaning of the needy,
    I will now arise,” says Yahweh;
“I will set him in safety from those who malign him.”
Yahweh’s words are flawless words,
    as silver refined in a clay furnace, purified seven times.
You will keep them, Yahweh.
    You will preserve them from this generation forever.
The wicked walk on every side,
    when what is vile is exalted among the sons of men.

Psalm 12

For the Music Director. According to The Sheminith. A Psalm of David.

Help, Lord, for the godly man comes to an end,
    for the faithful disappear from sons of men.
They speak empty words, each with his own neighbor;
    they speak with flattering lips and a double heart.

The Lord will cut off all flattering lips,
    and the tongue that speaks proud things,
who have said, “With our tongue will we prevail;
    our lips are in our control, who is master over us?”

“Because the poor are plundered,
    because the needy sigh,
now I will arise,” says the Lord;
    “I will place him in the safety for which he yearns.”
The words of the Lord are pure words;
    they are silver tried in an earthen furnace
    refined seven times.

You will keep them, O Lord;
    You will preserve them from this generation.
The wicked walk on every side,
    when the worthless of mankind are exalted.