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Psalms 12:1-8: in context

1Help, LORD; for the godly man ceases. For the faithful fail from among the children of men. 2Everyone lies to his neighbor. They speak with flattering lips, and with a double heart. 3May the LORD cut off all flattering lips, and the tongue that boasts, 4who have said, “With our tongue we will prevail. Our lips are our own. Who is lord over us?” 5“Because of the oppression of the weak and because of the groaning of the needy, I will now arise,” says the LORD; “I will set him in safety from those who malign him.” 6The LORD’s words are flawless words, as silver refined in a clay furnace, purified seven times. 7You will keep them, LORD. You will preserve them from this generation forever. 8The wicked walk on every side, when what is vile is exalted among the sons of men.

This psalm opens with a cry that sounds strikingly current. Help, LORD, for the godly are gone, the faithful have vanished from among the children of men. Everyone lies to his neighbor; they speak with flattering lips and a double heart. And the psalmist names the arrogance beneath the deceit: those who say, with our tongues we will prevail; our lips are our own; who is master over us? It is a portrait of a world drowning in manipulative speech, flattery, spin, lies told to advantage, words used as weapons and tools, everyone talking and no one to be trusted, and voices confident that they can bend reality by sheer talk. Anyone alive today knows the feeling.

And then, set against all that unreliable human speech, the psalm holds up one thing that can be trusted completely. The words of the LORD are pure words, it says, like silver refined in a furnace on the ground, purified seven times. In a world of double-hearted, flattering, manipulative words, there exists one source of speech that is utterly pure, tested, and reliable: God's own word. It is not spin, not flattery, not a weapon; it is refined silver, purified again and again until nothing false remains. When every other voice is bending the truth, God's word is the one place to set my feet, the one speech I can trust without suspicion.

That gives me a bearing in a culture of unreliable words, and it also examines my own tongue. On the one hand, when I am surrounded by flattery, deception, and spin and no longer know what to believe, the psalm points me to God's pure word as the trustworthy ground under all the noise. On the other, it asks which kind of speech mine is: am I adding to the flattering lips and double hearts, or is my speech being shaped by the pure words of God? In a world full of manipulative and deceptive words, am I anchoring on the one word that is pure, and is my own tongue coming to reflect it or to swell the noise?

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