19 lines
859 B
Markdown
19 lines
859 B
Markdown
# Chapter 12
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1 Save, O Lord, for the godly one is gone;
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for the faithful have vanished from among the children of man.
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2 Everyone utters lies to his neighbor;
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with flattering lips and a double heart they speak.
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3 May the Lord cut off all flattering lips,
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the tongue that makes great boasts,
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4 those who say, “With our tongue we will prevail,
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our lips are with us; who is master over us?”
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5 “Because the poor are plundered, because the needy groan,
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I will now arise,” says the Lord;
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“I will place him in the safety for which he longs.”
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6 The words of the Lord are pure words,
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like silver refined in a furnace on the ground,
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purified seven times.
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7 You, O Lord, will keep them;
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you will guard us from this generation forever.
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8 On every side the wicked prowl,
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as vileness is exalted among the children of man. |