Ps. 12. Help, Lord,
for no one is faithful anymore; those who are loyal have vanished from the
human race. Everyone lies to their neighbor; they flatter with their lips
but harbor deception in their hearts. May the Lord silence all flattering lips
and every boastful tongue— those who say, “By our tongues we will prevail; our
own lips will defend us—who is lord over us?” “Because the poor are
plundered and the needy groan, I will now arise,” says the Lord. “I will protect them from
those who malign them. The promises of the LORD are sure, like tried silver,
freed from dross, sevenfold refined. You, O LORD, will keep us and preserve us
always from this generation, while about us the wicked struts and in high place
are the basest of men. Amen.
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