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To the choir director: on the octave. A Psalm of David
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12:1Save, O Jehovah; for the faithful man is no more, / For the trustworthy have vanished from among the sons of men.
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12:2Each man speaks falsehood with his neighbor; / With flattering lips and a double heart they speak.
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12:3May Jehovah cut off all the flattering lips, / The tongue speaking great things,
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12:4Those who said, With our tongue we will prevail; / Our lips are our own: Who is our lord?
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12:5Because of the devastation of the poor, because of the sighing of the needy, / I will now arise, says Jehovah; / I will set him in the safety that he longs for.
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12:6The words of Jehovah are pure words, / Silver refined in a furnace on the earth, / Purified seven times.
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12:7You, O Jehovah, will keep them; / You will guard them from this generation forever.
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12:8The wicked go about all around, / While vileness is exalted among the sons of men.
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