PSALMS 117
1 O praise the LORD, all ye nations: praise him, all ye people.
2 For his merciful kindness is great toward us: and the truth of the LORD
endureth for ever. Praise ye the LORD.
PSALMS 12
1 To the chief Musician upon Sheminith, A Psalm of David. Help, LORD; for the
godly man ceaseth; for the faithful fail from among the children of men.
2 They speak vanity every one with his neighbour: with flattering lips and with
a double heart do they speak.
3 The LORD shall cut off all flattering lips, and the tongue that speaketh proud
things:
4 Who have said, With our tongue will we prevail; our lips are our own: who is
lord over us?
5 For the oppression of the poor, for the sighing of the needy, now will I
arise, saith the LORD; I will set him in safety from him that puffeth at him.
6 The words of the LORD are pure words: as silver tried in a furnace of earth,
purified seven times.
7 Thou shalt keep them, O LORD, thou shalt preserve them from this generation
for ever.
8 The wicked walk on every side, when the vilest men are exalted.