Psalm 12:1 - The Message

^1-2 Quick, God, I need your helping hand! The last decent person just went down, All the friends I depended on gone. Everyone talks in lie language; Lies slide off their oily lips. They doubletalk with forked tongues.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

¹ Help, LORD; for the godly man ceaseth; For the faithful fail from among the children of men.

Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

¹ HELP, Lord! For principled and godly people are here no more; faithfulness and the faithful vanish from among the sons of men.

American Standard Version (1901)

¹ Help, Jehovah; for the godly man ceaseth; For the faithful fail from among the children of men.

Common English Bible

¹ Help, LORD, because the godly are all gone; the faithful have completely disappeared from the human race!

Catholic Public Domain Version

¹ Unto the end. A Psalm of David. How long, O Lord? Will you forget me until the end? How long will you turn your face away from me?

Psalm 12:1 Referencias Cruzadas

Jeremiah 5:1

“Patrol Jerusalem’s streets. Look around. Take note. Search the market squares. See if you can find one man, one woman, A single soul who does what is right and tries to live a true life. I want to forgive that person.” God’s Decree. “But if all they do is say, ‘As sure as God lives . . . ’ they’re nothing but a bunch of liars.”

Isaiah 57:1

Meanwhile, right-living people die and no one gives them a thought. God-fearing people are carted off and no one even notices. The right-living people are out of their misery, they’re finally at rest. They lived well and with dignity and now they’re finally at peace. * * *

Psalm 6:1

Please, God, no more yelling, no more trips to the woodshed. Treat me nice for a change; I’m so starved for affection.

Proverbs 20:6

Lots of people claim to be loyal and loving, but where on earth can you find one?

Psalm 54:1

God, for your sake, help me! Use your influence to clear me. Listen, God—I’m desperate. Don’t be too busy to hear me.

Psalm 6:4

Break in, God, and break up this fight; if you love me at all, get me out of here. I’m no good to you dead, am I? I can’t sing in your choir if I’m buried in some tomb!

Psalm 3:7

Up, God! My God, help me! Slap their faces, First this cheek, then the other, Your fist hard in their teeth!