Psalms 12

PSALM 12

1To the victory, on the eighth, the song of David . Lord, make thou me safe, for the holy man failed; for truths be made little from the sons of men.

2They spake vain things, each man to his neighbour; and they having guileful lips, spake in their heart, and with their heart.

3The Lord destroy all guileful lips; and the great speaking tongue.

4Which said, We shall magnify with our tongue, our lips be of us-selves; who else is our lord?

5For the wretchedness of needy men, and for the wailing of poor men; now I shall rise up, saith the Lord. I shall set him in health; I shall do trustily in him.

6The speeches of the Lord be chaste speeches; silver assayed by fire, proved from the earth, purged sevenfold.

7Thou, Lord, shalt keep us; and thou shalt keep us from this gener-ation without end.

8Wicked men go in compass; by thine highness thou hast multiplied the sons of men.

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