Psa.|12:Title|-|To the choir director: on the octave. A |a|Psalm of David
Psa.|12:1|-|Save, O Jehovah; for the faithful man is no more,For the trustworthy have vanished from among the sons of men.
Psa.|12:2|-|Each man speaks falsehood with his neighbor;With flattering lips and a double heart they speak.
Psa.|12:3|-|May Jehovah cut off all the flattering lips,The |a|tongue speaking great things,
Psa.|12:4|-|Those who said, With our tongue we will prevail;Our lips are our own: Who is our lord?
Psa.|12:5|-|Because of the devastation of the poor, because of the sighing of the needy,I will now arise, says Jehovah;
I will set him in the safety that he longs for.
Psa.|12:6|-|The words of Jehovah are |a|pure words,Silver refined in a furnace on the earth,
Purified seven times.
Psa.|12:7|-|You, O Jehovah, will keep them;You will guard them from this generation forever.
Psa.|12:8|-|The wicked go about all around,While vileness is exalted among the sons of men.
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