Psalm 12 English Standard Version

A Prayer for Help against the Wicked

12 1  Save, O Lord, for the godly one is gone; for the faithful have vanished from among the children of man. 2  Everyone utters lies to his neighbor; with flattering lips and a double heart they speak. 3  May the Lord cut off all flattering lips, the tongue that makes great boasts, 4  those who say, "With our tongue we will prevail, our lips are with us; who is master over us?" 5  "Because the poor are plundered, because the needy groan, I will now arise," says the Lord; "I will place him in the safety for which he longs." 6  The words of the Lord are pure words, like silver refined in a furnace on the ground, purified seven times. 7  You, O Lord, will keep them; you will guard us[1] from this generation forever. 8  On every side the wicked prowl, as vileness is exalted among the children of man.


[1] 12:7 Or guard him

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