Psalms 12

1 For the end, A Psalm of David, upon the eighth. Save me, O Lord; for the godly man has failed; for truth is diminished from among the children of men.

For the Chief Musician; set to the Sheminith. A Psalm of David. Help, LORD; for the godly man ceaseth; for the faithful fail from among the children of men.

2 Every one has spoken vanity to his neighbour: their lips are deceitful, they have spoken with a double heart.

They speak vanity every one with his neighbour: with flattering lip, and with a double heart, do they speak.

3 Let the Lord destroy all the deceitful lips, and the tongue that speaks great words:

The LORD shall cut off all flattering lips, the tongue that speaketh great things:

4 who have said, We will magnify our tongue; our lips are our own: who is Lord of us?

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

5 Because of the misery of the poor, and because of the sighing of the needy, now will I arise, saith the Lord, I will set [them] in safety; I will speak [to them] thereof openly.

For the spoiling of the poor, for the sighing of the needy, now will I arise, saith the LORD; I will set him in safety at whom they puff.

6 The oracles of the Lord are pure oracles; as silver tried in the fire, proved [in] a furnace of earth, purified seven times.

The words of the LORD are pure words; as silver tried in a furnace on the earth, purified seven times.

7 Thou, O Lord, shalt keep us, and shalt preserve us, from this generation, and for ever.

Thou shalt keep them, O LORD, thou shalt preserve them from this generation for ever.

8 The ungodly walk around: according to thy greatness thou has greatly exalted the sons of men.

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