መዝሙር 12

Pure words in a time of lies

¹For the music director. On the sheminith. A psalm of David. ²Save us, LORD! The faithful are no more; no one you can trust is left among humankind. ³People tell each other lies; their lips are smooth with flattery, their hearts are divided. ⁴May the LORD cut off every flattering lip and every tongue that boasts so loudly, ⁵those who say, “Our tongues will win the day; our lips are our own. Who can be master over us?” ⁶“The poor are being robbed and the needy are groaning, so now I will get up,” says the LORD. “I will bring them to the safety they long for.”^{a 7}The words of the LORD are pure words, like silver refined in a clay furnace, purified seven times over. ⁸You, LORD, will watch over them; you will protect each of them from this generation forever. ⁹On every side the wicked prowl, while what is vile is prized among people.