Psalm 12 Tuesday Readings 1
Help, Yahweh, * for the devout have gone;
the faithful have disappeared * from the sons of men!
Falsehood they speak, * each with his neighbor,
with pernicious lips * and a double mind they speak.
May Yahweh cut off * all pernicious lips, * every tongue that twists the truth,
those who boast, * “By our tongue we prevail;
our weapon is our lips; * who shall master us?”
“For the sobs of the poor, * the groans of the needy,
I will now arise,” * Yahweh says;
“I will give my help * to the one who desires it.”
The promises of Yahweh * are promises unalloyed,
silver purged in a crucible, * refined seven times from clay.
You, Yahweh, have protected us; * you have guarded us from everlasting, O Eternal,
while on every side the wicked prowl, * digging pits for the sons of men.
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