Psalms Chapitre 12
New International Version
1 Psalm 12 For the director of music. According to sheminith. A psalm of David. Help, Lord, for the godly are no more; the faithful have vanished from among men.
2 Everyone lies to his neighbor; their flattering lips speak with deception.
3 May the Lord cut off all flattering lips and every boastful tongue
4 that says, “We will triumph with our tongues; we own our lips—who is our master?”
5 “Because of the oppression of the weak and the groaning of the needy, I will now arise,” says the Lord. “I will protect them from those who malign them.”
6 And the words of the Lord are flawless, like silver refined in a furnace of clay, purified seven times.
7 O Lord, you will keep us safe and protect us from such people forever.
8 The wicked freely strut about when what is vile is honored among men.
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"Ta parole est une lampe à mes pieds, et une lumière sur mon sentier."
— Psaume 119:105
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