Man’s Treachery and God’s Constancy
To the Chief Musician. On [a]an eight-stringed harp. A Psalm of David.
1 Help,[b] Lord, for the godly man ceases!
For the faithful disappear from among the sons of men.
To the Chief Musician. On [a]an eight-stringed harp. A Psalm of David.
1 Help,[b] Lord, for the godly man ceases!
For the faithful disappear from among the sons of men.
2 They speak idly everyone with his neighbor;
With flattering lips and [c]a double heart they speak.
With flattering lips and [c]a double heart they speak.
4 Who have said,
“With our tongue we will prevail;
Our lips are our own;
Who is lord over us?”
“With our tongue we will prevail;
Our lips are our own;
Who is lord over us?”
5 “For the oppression of the poor, for the sighing of the needy,
Now I will arise,” says the Lord;
“I will set him in the safety for which he yearns.”
Now I will arise,” says the Lord;
“I will set him in the safety for which he yearns.”
6 The words of the Lord are pure words,
Like silver tried in a furnace of earth,
Purified seven times.
Like silver tried in a furnace of earth,
Purified seven times.
7 You shall keep them, O Lord,
You shall preserve them from this generation forever.
You shall preserve them from this generation forever.
8 The wicked prowl on every side,
When vileness is exalted among the sons of men.
When vileness is exalted among the sons of men.
Psalms, 12 psalm