| 1. | 1 Help, LORD, because the godly man now ceases; The faithful vanish from the sons of men. 2 They empty falsehood speak to one another; With flatt'ring lips and double heart they speak. |
| 2. | 3 O may the LORD cut off all lips that flatter, And every boasting tongue that speaks great things; 4 Those who have said, "With our tongue we will conquer; Our lips are ours; who is the lord o'er us?" |
| 3. | 5 "Because of deep distress of the afflicted, Because of all the groaning of the poor, I will arise now," says the LORD Almighty; "I'll set him in the safety which he craves." |
| 4. | 6 Words of the LORD are pure, as smelted silver; 7 You, LORD, will keep them, seven times refined. You'll keep him always from this generation; 8 The wicked prance when vile men are revered. |
1/11/11
Psalm 12
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