Psalms 12

1 Unto the end; for the octave, a psalm for David. Save me, O Lord, for there is now no saint: truths are decayed from among the children of men.

“For the leader of the music; to the octave. A psalm of David.” Help, LORD; for the godly man ceaseth; The faithful are failing among men.

2 They have spoken vain things every one to his neighbour: with deceitful lips, and with a double heart have they spoken.

They speak falsehood one to another; With flattering lips, with a double heart, do they speak.

3 May the Lord destroy all deceitful lips, and the tongue that speaketh proud things.

May the LORD destroy all flattering lips, And the tongue which speaketh proud things!

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

Who say, “With our tongues will we prevail; Our lips are our reliance; Who is lord over us?”

5 By reason of the misery of the needy, and the groans of the poor, now will I arise, saith the Lord. I win set him in safety; I will deal confidently in his regard.

For the oppression of the poor and the sighing of the wretched, Now will I stand up, saith the LORD; I will set in safety him whom they puff at.

6 The words of the Lord are pure words: as silver tried by the fire, purged from the earth refined seven times.

The words of the LORD are pure; Like silver purified in a furnace on the earth, Seven times refined.

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

Thou, O LORD! will watch over them; Thou wilt preserve them from this generation for ever.

8 The wicked walk round about: according to thy highness, thou best multiplied the children of men.

The wicked walk on every side, When the vilest of men are exalted.