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12:1  For the director of music. By the sheminith. A song of David. Save me, Lord, because the good people are all gone. No true believers are left on earth.
12:2  Everyone lies to his neighbors. They say one thing and mean another.
12:3  The Lord will stop those lying lips. He will cut off those bragging tongues.
12:4  They say, “Our tongues will help us win. We can say what we wish. No one is our master.”
12:5  But the Lord says, “I will now rise up because the poor are being hurt. Because of the moans of the helpless, I will give them the help they want.”
12:6  The Lord’s words are pure. They are like silver purified by fire, like silver purified seven times over.
12:7  Lord, keep us safe. Always protect us from such people.
12:8  The wicked are all around us. Everyone loves what is wrong.