Psalms 121 For the chief music-maker on the Sheminith. A Psalm. Of David.
2 (12:1) Send help, Lord, for mercy has come to an end; there is no more faith among the children of men.
3 (12:2) Everyone says false words to his neighbour: their tongues are smooth in their talk, and their hearts are full of deceit.
4 (12:3) The smooth lips and the tongue of pride will be cut off by the Lord.
5 (12:4) They have said, With our tongues will we overcome; our lips are ours: who is lord over us?
6 (12:5) Because of the crushing of the poor and the weeping of those in need, now will I come to his help, says the Lord; I will give him the salvation which he is desiring.
7 (12:6) The words of the Lord are true words: like silver tested by fire and burned clean seven times.
8 (12:7) You will keep them, O Lord, you will keep them safe from this generation for ever.
9 (12:8) The sinners are walking on every side, and evil is honoured among the children of men.
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