Category Archives: Pain

Psalm 12

To the Chief Musician.  On an eight-stringed harp.  A Psalm of David.

  1. Help, Lord, for the godly man ceases!
    For the faithful disappear from among the sons of men.
  2. They speak idly everyone with his neighbour;
    With flattering lips and a double heart they speak.
  3. May the Lord cut off all flattering lips,
    And the tongue that speaks proud thing,
  4. Who have said,
    “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.”
  6. The words of the Lord are pure words,
    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.
  8. The wicked prowl on every side,
    When vileness is exalted among the sons of men.

Thank-you, Lord, that you protect Your own even amidst the fiery times of persecution!