PsalmsChapter 12

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¹For the choir leader. By the Sheminith. A psalm of David.
Help, LORD, for the godly are gone!
The faithful have disappeared from among people. ²They lie to each other.
They use sweet talk to fool people.
They say one thing but mean another. ³May the LORD cut off all lips that use sweet talk to fool people.
May he cut off every tongue that brags. ⁴They say, "Our tongues will make us win.
Our lips belong to us. Who can be our master?" ⁵The LORD says, "The poor are treated badly.
The needy groan.
So now I will get up.
I will keep safe the one who longs for help." ⁶The words of the LORD are perfect.
They are like silver made pure in a furnace.
They are like gold made pure seven times. ⁷LORD, you will keep us safe.
You will guard us from these people forever. ⁸The wicked walk around freely.
And people praise what is evil.