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Chapter 12
Psal YLT 12:1  To the Overseer, on the octave. --A Psalm of David. Save, Jehovah, for the saintly hath failed, For the stedfast have ceased From the sons of men:
Psal YLT 12:2  Vanity they speak each with his neighbour, Lip of flattery! With heart and heart they speak.
Psal YLT 12:3  Jehovah doth cut off all lips of flattery, A tongue speaking great things,
Psal YLT 12:4  Who said, `By our tongue we do mightily: Our lips are our own; who is lord over us?'
Psal YLT 12:5  Because of the spoiling of the poor, Because of the groaning of the needy, Now do I arise, saith Jehovah, I set in safety him who doth breathe for it.
Psal YLT 12:6  Sayings of Jehovah are pure sayings; Silver tried in a furnace of earth refined sevenfold.
Psal YLT 12:7  Thou, O Jehovah, dost preserve them, Thou keepest us from this generation to the age.
Psal YLT 12:8  Around the wicked walk continually, According as vileness is exalted by sons of men!