Psalm 12

12:1

For the choirmaster. According to Sheminith. A Psalm of David. Help, O LORD, for the godly are no more; the faithful have vanished from among men.

12:2

They lie to one another; they speak with flattering lips and a double heart.

12:3

May the LORD cut off all flattering lips and every boastful tongue.

12:4

They say, “With our tongues we will prevail. We own our lips—who can be our master?”

12:5

“For the cause of the oppressed and for the groaning of the needy, I will now arise,” says the LORD. “I will bring safety to him who yearns.”

12:6

The words of the LORD are flawless, like silver refined in a furnace, like gold purified sevenfold.

12:7

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

12:8

The wicked wander freely, and vileness is exalted among men.