New World Translation of the Holy Scriptures (nwt, en_US, 2013)
Psalm
Psalm, 12
To the director; tuned to Shemʹi·nith.*1 A melody of David.
1 Save me, O Jehovah, for the loyal one is no more; Faithful people have vanished from among men.
2 They speak lies to one another; They flatter with their lips*1 and speak with deceitful hearts.*2
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3 Jehovah will cut off all flattering lips And the tongue that makes great boasts,
4 Those who say: “We will prevail with our tongues. We use our lips as we please; Who will be our master?”
5 “Because the afflicted are oppressed, Because of the sighing of the poor, I will rise up to act,” says Jehovah. “I will save them from those who treat them with contempt.”*1
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6 The sayings of Jehovah are pure; They are like silver refined in an earthen furnace,*1 purified seven times.
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7 You will guard them, O Jehovah; You will protect each one of them from this generation forever.
8 The wicked walk around unrestrained Because the sons of men promote depravity.