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