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web@Psalms:12:1 @ For the Chief Musician; upon an eight-stringed lyre. A Psalm of David. Help, Yahweh; for the godly man ceases. For the faithful fail from among the children of men.

web@Psalms:12:2 @ Everyone lies to his neighbor. They speak with flattering lips, and with a double heart.

web@Psalms:12:3 @ May Yahweh cut off all flattering lips, and the tongue that boasts,

web@Psalms:12:4 @ who have said, "With our tongue we will prevail. Our lips are our own. Who is lord over us?"

web@Psalms:12:5 @ "Because of the oppression of the weak and because of the groaning of the needy, I will now arise," says Yahweh; "I will set him in safety from those who malign him."

web@Psalms:12:6 @ The words of Yahweh are flawless words, as silver refined in a clay furnace, purified seven times.

web@Psalms:12:7 @ You will keep them, Yahweh. You will preserve them from this generation forever.

web@Psalms:12:8 @ The wicked walk on every side, when what is vile is exalted among the sons of men.

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