Psalm 12 The Message Bible

A Prayer for Help against the Wicked

12 1  Quick, God, I need your helping hand! The last decent person just went down, All the friends I depended on gone. 2  Everyone talks in lie language; Lies slide off their oily lips. They doubletalk with forked tongues. 3  Slice their lips off their faces! Pull The braggart tongues from their mouths! 4  I'm tired of hearing, "We can talk anyone into anything! Our lips manage the world." 5  Into the hovels of the poor, Into the dark streets where the homeless groan, God speaks: "I've had enough; I'm on my way To heal the ache in the heart of the wretched." 6  God's words are pure words, Pure silver words refined seven times In the fires of his word-kiln, Pure on earth as well as in heaven. 7  God, keep us safe from their lies, From the wicked who stalk us with lies, 8  From the wicked who collect honors For their wonderful lies.

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