Help, Lord, for the faithful have vanished,
And the truth-speaking are so rarely glimpsed.
Words of truth are like rare gold,
And those who speak them, are getting old.
The words of the Lord are pure words,
Like silver that's refined and purified.
Seven times refined, in the fire,
So pure, they'll never tire.
You Lord will keep us, protect us always,
From the evil generation, in these days.
They're all liars, and use their tongues,
To twist the truth, and do them wrong.
You, Lord, will rise up, and show Your might,
And save the meek, from their plight.
The words of the Lord, will be forever,
And the faithful, will never sever.
Psalm 12
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