Psalms 12

1

TO THE CHOIRMASTER: ACCORDING TO THE SHEMINITH. A PSALM OF DAVID. Save, O LORD, for the godly one is gone; for the faithful have vanished from among the children of man.

2

Everyone 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 master over us?"

5

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

6

The words of the LORD are pure words, like silver refined in a furnace on the ground, purified seven times.

7

You, O LORD, will keep them; you will guard us from this generation forever.

8

On every side the wicked prowl, as vileness is exalted among the children of man.