| Chapter 12 |
1 | To the chief Musician upon Sheminith. A Psalm of David. Help, LORD; for the godly man ceaseth; for the faithful fail from among the children of men.
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2 | They speak vanity every one with his neighbor: with flattering lips and with a double heart do they speak.
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3 | The LORD shall cut off all flattering lips, and the tongue that speaketh proud things:
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4 | Who have said, With our tongue will we prevail; our lips are our own: who is lord over us?
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5 | For the oppression of the poor, for the sighing of the needy, now will I arise, saith the LORD; I will set him in safety from him that puffeth at him.
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6 | The words of the LORD are pure words: as silver tried in a furnace of earth, purified seven times.
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7 | Thou shalt keep them, O LORD, thou shalt preserve them from this generation for ever.
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8 | The wicked walk on every side, when the vilest men are exalted.
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