| Chapter 12 |
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For the chief music-maker on the Sheminith. A Psalm. Of David.
Send help, Lord, for mercy has come to an end; there is no more faith among the children of men. --
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Everyone says false words to his neighbour: their tongues are smooth in their talk, and their hearts are full of deceit. --
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The smooth lips and the tongue of pride will be cut off by the Lord. --
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They have said, With our tongues will we overcome; our lips are ours: who is lord over us? --
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Because of the crushing of the poor and the weeping of those in need, now will I come to his help, says the Lord; I will give him the salvation which he is desiring. --
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The words of the Lord are true words: like silver tested by fire and burned clean seven times. --
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You will keep them, O Lord, you will keep them safe from this generation for ever. --
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The sinners are walking on every side, and evil is honoured among the children of men. --
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