013) Psalm 12

Psalm 12 To the chief Musician upon Sheminith, A Psalm of David.

8.6.8.6 1 Help, Lord, because the godly man doth daily fade away; And from among the sons of men the faithful do decay.

2 Unto his neighbour ev’ry one doth utter vanity:

They with a double heart do speak, and lips of flattery.

3 God shall cut off all flatt’ring lips, tongues that speak proudly thus, 4 We’ll with our tongue prevail, our lips are ours: who’s lord o’er us?

5 For poor oppress’d, and for the sighs of needy, rise will I, Saith God, and him in safety set from such as him defy.

6 The words of God are words most pure; they be like silver try’d In earthen furnace, seven times that hath been purify’d.

7 Lord, thou shalt them preserve and keep for ever from this race.

8 On each side walk the wicked, when vile men are high in place.

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