Psalms 12

¹ To the choirmaster: according to The Sheminith. A Psalm of David. Help, LORD; for there is no longer any that is godly; for the faithful have vanished from among the sons of men.

² Every one utters lies to his neighbor; with flattering lips and a double heart they speak.

³ May the LORD cut off all flattering lips, the tongue that makes great boasts,

⁴ those who say, "With our tongue we will prevail, our lips are with us; who is our master?"

⁵ "Because the poor are despoiled, because the needy groan, I will now arise," says the LORD; "I will place him in the safety for which he longs."

⁶ The promises of the LORD are promises that are pure, silver refined in a furnace on the ground, purified seven times.

⁷ Do thou, O LORD, protect us, guard us ever from this generation.

⁸ On every side the wicked prowl, as vileness is exalted among the sons of men.