Psalms 12:1-8

Psalms 12:1-8

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To the Overseer, on the octave. --A Psalm of David. Save, Jehovah, for the saintly hath failed, For the stedfast have ceased From the sons of men:
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Vanity they speak each with his neighbour, Lip of flattery! With heart and heart they speak.
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Jehovah doth cut off all lips of flattery, A tongue speaking great things,
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Who said, `By our tongue we do mightily: Our lips are our own; who is lord over us?'
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Because of the spoiling of the poor, Because of the groaning of the needy, Now do I arise, saith Jehovah, I set in safety him who doth breathe for it.
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Sayings of Jehovah are pure sayings; Silver tried in a furnace of earth refined sevenfold.
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Thou, O Jehovah, dost preserve them, Thou keepest us from this generation to the age.
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Around the wicked walk continually, According as vileness is exalted by sons of men!
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