The Psalms
Psalm 12
[For the choir director; upon an eight-stringed lyre. A Psalm of David.] Help, Lord, for the godly man ceases to be, For the faithful disappear from among the sons of men.
They speak falsehood to one another; With flattering lips and with a double heart they speak.
May the Lord cut off all flattering lips, The tongue that speaks great things;
Who have said, "With our tongue we will prevail; Our lips are our own; who is lord over us?"
"Because of the devastation of the afflicted, because of the groaning of the needy, Now I will arise," says the Lord; "I will set him in the safety for which he longs."
The words of the Lord are pure words; As silver tried in a furnace on the earth, refined seven times.
Thou, O Lord, wilt keep them; Thou wilt preserve him from this generation forever.
The wicked strut about on every side, When vileness is exalted among the sons of men.
