Psalms Chapter 12
Revised Standard Version
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.
2 Every one 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 our master?'
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.'
6 The promises of the LORD are promises that are pure, silver refined in a furnace on the ground, purified seven times.
7 Do thou, O LORD, protect us, guard us ever from this generation.
8 On every side the wicked prowl, as vileness is exalted among the sons of men.
Verse of the Day
"Your word is a lamp for my feet, a light on my path."
— Psalm 119:105
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