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12:1 To the choirmaster: according to The Sheminith. A Psalm of David. Help, LORD;for there is no longer any that is godly;for the faithful have vanished from among the sons of men. 12:2 Every one utters lies to his neighbor;with flattering lips and a double heart they speak. 12:3 May the LORD cut off all flattering lips, the tongue that makes great boasts, 12:4 those who say, 'With our tongue we will prevail, our lips are with us;who is our master?' 12:5 'Because the poor are despoiled, because the needy groan, I will now arise,' says the LORD;'I will place him in the safety for which he longs.' 12:6 The promises of the LORD are promises that are pure, silver refined in a furnace on the ground, purified seven times. 12:7 Do thou, O LORD, protect us, guard us ever from this generation. 12:8 On every side the wicked prowl, as vileness is exalted among the sons of men. 12:9