Psalms 12

Revised Standard Version Catholic Edition	Catholic Public Domain Bible
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.	¹ Unto the end. A Psalm of David. How long, O Lord? Will you forget me until the end? How long will you turn your face away from me?
² Every one utters lies to his neighbor; with flattering lips and a double heart they speak.	² How long can I take counsel in my soul, sorrowing in my heart throughout the day?
³ May the LORD cut off all flattering lips, the tongue that makes great boasts,	³ How long will my enemy be exalted over me?
⁴ those who say, "With our tongue we will prevail, our lips are with us; who is our master?"	⁴ Look upon me and listen to me, O Lord my God. Enlighten my eyes, lest I fall asleep forever in death,
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."	⁵ lest at any time my enemy may say, “I have prevailed against him.” Those who trouble me will exult, if I have been disturbed.
⁶ The promises of the LORD are promises that are pure, silver refined in a furnace on the ground, purified seven times.	⁶ But I have hoped in your mercy. My heart will exult in your salvation. I will sing to the Lord, who assigns good things to me. And I will sing psalms to the name of the Lord Most High.
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.