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Psalm 12:1 - Tree of Life Version

1 For the music director, on the eight-string lyre, a psalm of David.

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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.

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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.

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American Standard Version (1901)

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

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Common English Bible

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

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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?

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Psalm 12:1
18 Tagairtí Cros  

God saw the earth, and behold it was ruined because all flesh had corrupted their way upon the earth.


but Mattitiah, Eliphalehu, Mikneiah, Obed-edom, Jehiel and Azaziah were to lead with lyres, according to the sheminith .


I will not be afraid of ten thousands of people all around who have taken their stand against me.


For the music director, on stringed instruments, a contemplative song of David,


For the music director, on the eight-string lyre, a psalm of David.


as is my soul— and You, Adonai—how long?


Many a man proclaims his loyalty, but a faithful man who can find?


Unless Adonai-Tzva’ot had left us a small remnant, we would have been as Sodom, we would have been as Gomorrah.


The righteous one perishes, but no one takes it to heart. Godly men are taken away, but no one discerns that the righteous man is taken from evil.


No one sues justly, and none pleads a case honestly. They trust in confusion and speak lies. They conceive mischief, and bring forth iniquity.


I looked, but there was no one to help. I was amazed, but no one was assisting. So My own arm won victory for Me, and My wrath upheld Me.


Roam the streets of Jerusalem, look around and consider, search through her squares! If you can find a person, if there is one who does justice, who seeks truth, then I will pardon the city.


But seeing the wind, he became terrified. And beginning to sink, he cried out, saying, “Master, save me!”


Because lawlessness will multiply, the love of many will grow cold.


So they came and woke Him up, saying, “Master, save us! We’re perishing!”


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