Psalm 12:

Help,^[b] Lord, for the godly man ceases!
For the faithful disappear from among the sons of men.
² They speak idly everyone with his neighbor;
With flattering lips and ^[c]a double heart they speak.

³ May the Lord ^[d]cut off all flattering lips,
And the tongue that speaks ^[e]proud things,
⁴ Who have said,
“With our tongue we will 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 I will arise,” says the Lord;
“I will set him in the safety for which he yearns.”

⁶ The words of the Lord are pure words,
Like silver tried in a furnace of earth,
Purified seven times.
⁷ You shall keep them, O Lord,
You shall preserve them from this generation forever.

⁸ The wicked prowl on every side,
When vileness is exalted among the sons of men.

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May I be less of me Sweet Jesus, and may I be more of you.

May I have more of your Great Wisdom, and let my words be Gospel True!

May I be Less, And May You be more

May I be all You ask of Me, and May You open Wisdom’s door?