20 lines
802 B
Markdown
20 lines
802 B
Markdown
# Chapter 12
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1 Help, Lord, for no faithful one remains;
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the loyal have disappeared from the human race.
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2 They lie to one another;
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they speak with flattering lips and deceptive hearts.
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3 May the Lord cut off all flattering lips
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and the tongue that speaks boastfully.
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4 They say, “Through our tongues we have power;
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our lips are our own—who can be our master?”
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5 “Because of the devastation of the needy
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and the groaning of the poor,
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I will now rise up,” says the Lord.
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“I will provide safety for the one who longs for it.”
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6 The words of the Lord are pure words,
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like silver refined in an earthen furnace,
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purified seven times.
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7 You, Lord, will guard us;
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you will protect us from this generation forever.
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8 The wicked prowl all around,
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and what is worthless is exalted by the human race. |