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Psalm 12:2 - Psalms of David in Metre 1650 (Scottish Psalter)

2 Unto his neighbour ev'ry one doth utter vanity: They with a double heart do speak, and lips of flattery.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

2 They speak vanity every one with his neighbour: With flattering lips and with a double heart do they speak.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

2 To his neighbor each one speaks words without use or worth or truth; with flattering lips and double heart [deceitfully] they speak.

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American Standard Version (1901)

2 They speak falsehood every one with his neighbor: With flattering lip, and with a double heart, do they speak.

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Common English Bible

2 Everyone tells lies to everyone else; they talk with slick speech and divided hearts.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

2 How long can I take counsel in my soul, sorrowing in my heart throughout the day?

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

2 How long shall I take counsels in my soul, sorrow in my heart all the day?

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Psalm 12:2
25 Cross References  

His mouth with cursing, fraud, deceit, is fill'd abundantly; And underneath his tongue there is mischief and vanity.


I said, when I was in my haste, that all men liars be.


O free me from strange children's hand, whose mouth speaks vanity; And their right hand a right hand is that works deceitfully.


Whose mouth speaks vanity; And their right hand is a right hand that works deceitfully.


With ill men draw me not away that work iniquity; That speak peace to their friends, while in their hearts doth mischief lie.


Yea, they that seek my life lay snares: who seek to do me wrong Speak things mischievous, and deceits imagine all day long.


To see me if he comes, he speaks vain words: but then his heart Heaps mischief to it, which he tells, when forth he doth depart.


For in their mouth there is no truth, their inward part is ill; Their throat's an open sepulchre, their tongue doth flatter still.


More smooth than butter were his words, while in his heart was war; His speeches were more soft than oil, and yet drawn swords they are.


For their mouth's sin, and for the words that from their lips do fly, Let them be taken in their pride; because they curse and lie.


They only plot to cast him down from his excellency: They joy in lies; with mouth they bless, but they curse inwardly.


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