Psalm 12
For the Chief Musician; upon an eight-stringed lyre. A Psalm of David.
1 Help,
LORD; for the godly
man ceases.
For the faithful fail
from among
the children of men.
2 Everyone lies
to his neighbor.
They speak with flattering lips,
and with a double
heart.
3 May
the LORD cut
off all flattering
lips,
and the tongue
that boasts,
4 who
have said, “With
our tongue we
will prevail.
Our lips are
our own.
Who is lord
over us?”
5 “Because of
the oppression of
the weak and because
of the groaning of
the needy,
I will now arise,” says the
LORD;
“I will set him in safety
from those who malign him.”
6 The
LORD’s words are flawless words,
as silver refined in
a clay furnace, purified seven times.
7 You will keep
them, LORD.
You will preserve them
from this generation forever.
8 The wicked
walk on every side,
when what is vile
is exalted among
the sons of men.