| 12 | Psalms | ||
| Help Me O Lord!. Psalm 12(v11) | |||
| 1 | Help, LORD; for there is no longer any that is godly; for the faithful have vanished from among the sons of men. | ||
| 2 | Every one utters lies to his neighbour; with flattering lips and a double heart they speak. | ||
| 3 | May Yahweh cut off all flattering lips, the tongue that makes great boasts, | ||
| 4 | those who say, "With our tongue we will prevail, our lips are with us; who is our master?" | ||
| 5 | "Because the poor are despoiled, because the needy groan, I will now arise," says Yahweh; "I will place him in the safety for which he longs." | ||
| 6 | The promises of Yahweh are promises that are pure, silver refined in a furnace on the ground, purified seven times. | ||
| 7 | You, O Yahweh, protect us, you guard us ever from this generation. | ||
| 8 | On every side the wicked prowl, as vileness is exalted among the sons of men. | ||
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