Psalms 12

DOUAI-RHEIMS	KING JAMES BIBLE
1 Unto the end; for the octave, a psalm for David.	1 Help, LORD; for the godly man ceaseth; for the faithful fail from among the children of men.
2 Save me, O Lord, for there is now no saint: truths are decayed 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 They have spoken vain things every one to his neighbour: with deceitful lips, and with a double heart have they spoken.	3 The LORD shall cut off all flattering lips, and the tongue that speaketh proud things:
4 May the Lord destroy all deceitful 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 Who have said: We will magnify our tongue; 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 By reason of the misery of the needy, and the groans of the poor, now will I arise, saith the Lord. I win set him in safety; I will deal confidently in his regard.	6 The words of the LORD are pure words: as silver tried in a furnace of earth, purified seven times.
7 The words of the Lord are pure words: as silver tried by the fire, purged from the earth refined seven times.	7 Thou shalt keep them, O LORD, thou shalt preserve them from this generation for ever.
8 Thou, O Lord, wilt preserve us.: and keep us from this generation for ever.	8 The wicked walk on every side, when the vilest men are exalted.
9 The wicked walk round about: according to thy highness, thou best multiplied the children of men.