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Chapter 12
Psal Rotherha 12:1  O save Yahweh, for the man of lovingkindness, is no more, for the faithful, have vanished, from among the sons of men.
Psal Rotherha 12:2  Deception, speak they, every one with his neighbour,—with lips uttering smooth things—with a heart and a heart, do they speak.
Psal Rotherha 12:3  May Yahweh cut off All the lips that utter smooth things,—the tongue that speaketh swelling words;
Psal Rotherha 12:4  Them who say—With our tongue, will we prevail, our lips, are our own, who is our master?
Psal Rotherha 12:5  Because of violence done to the poor, because of the crying of the needy, Now, will I arise! O may Yahweh say,—I will place [him] in safety—let him puff at him!
Psal Rotherha 12:6  The words of Yahweh, are words, that are pure, silver refined in a crucible of earth, purified seven times!
Psal Rotherha 12:7  Thou, O Yahweh, wilt keep them,—Thou wilt guard him, from this generation unto times age-abiding.
Psal Rotherha 12:8  On every side, the lawless, march about,—when worthlessness is exalted by the sons of men.