Psalm 12

To the Chief Musician. On an eight-stringed harp. A Psalm of David.

1. Help, O LORD, for the godly man ceases; for the faithful disappear from among the children of men.

2. They speak falsehood each one with his neighbor; with flattering lips and a double heart they speak.

3. The LORD shall cut off all flattering lips, and the tongue that speaks proud things,

4. Who have said, “With our tongue we shall prevail; our lips are our own; who is lord over us?”

5. “For the oppression of the poor, for the sighing of the needy, I will now arise,” says the LORD. “I will set him in safety from him who puffs at him.”

6. The words of the LORD are pure words, like silver tried in a furnace of earth, purified seven times.

7. You shall keep them, O LORD; You shall preserve them from this generation forever.

8. The wicked walk on every side when vileness is exalted among the sons of men.