New World Translation of the Holy Scriptures — With References (Rbi8, en_US, 1984)
Psalm
Psalms, 12
To the director on the lower octave.*1 A melody of David.
1 Do save [me],*1 O Jehovah, for the loyal one has come to an end; For faithful people have vanished from the sons of men.
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2 Untruth they keep speaking one to the other; With a smooth lip they keep speaking even with a double heart.*1
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3 Jehovah will cut off all smooth lips, The tongue speaking great things,
4 Those who have said: “With our tongue we shall prevail. Our lips are with us. Who will be a master to us?”
5 “Because of the despoiling of the afflicted ones, because of the sighing of the poor ones, I shall at this time arise,” says Jehovah. “I shall put [him] in safety from anyone that puffs at him.”
6 The sayings of Jehovah are pure sayings, As silver refined in a smelting furnace*1 of earth, clarified seven times.
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7 You yourself, O Jehovah, will guard them; You will preserve each one from this generation to time indefinite.
8 The wicked ones walk all around, Because vileness is exalted among the sons of men.