Mavhesi emuBhaibheri Ane Mukurumbira kubva kuna Psalm 12

Pakurirana nevamwe

The words of the LORD are pure words, like silver refined in a furnace on the ground, purified seven times.

You, O LORD, will keep them; you will guard us from this generation forever.

“Because the poor are plundered, because the needy groan, I will now arise,” says the LORD; “I will place him in the safety for which he longs.”