Psalms 12

¹ For the leader; "upon the eighth." A psalm of David.

² Help, LORD, for no one loyal remains; the faithful have vanished from the human race

³ Those who tell lies to one another speak with deceiving lips and a double heart.

⁴ May the LORD cut off all deceiving lips, and every boastful tongue,

⁵ Those who say, "By our tongues we prevail; when our lips speak, who can lord it over us?"

⁶ "Because they rob the weak, and the needy groan, I will now arise," says the LORD; "I will grant safety to whoever longs for it."

⁷ The promises of the LORD are sure, silver refined in a crucible, silver purified seven times.

⁸ LORD, protect us always; preserve us from this generation.

⁹ On every side the wicked strut; the shameless are extolled by all.