Psalm 12

To the chief Musician 1upon Sheminith, A Psalm of David.

2Help, Lord; for the godly man ceaseth; for the faithful fail from among the children of men.

2
They speak vanity every one with his neighbour: with flattering lips and with 1a double heart do they speak.

3
The Lord shall cut off all flattering lips, and the tongue that speaketh 1proud things:

4
Who have said, With our tongue will we prevail; our lips 1are our own: who is lord over us?

5
For the oppression of the poor, for the sighing of the needy, now will I arise, saith the Lord; I will set him in safety from him that 1puffeth at him.

6
The words of the Lord are pure words: as silver tried in a furnace of earth, purified seven times.

7
Thou shalt keep them, O Lord, thou shalt preserve 1them from this generation for ever.

8
The wicked walk on every side, when the vilest 1men are exalted.