Psalms 12

1 To the chief Musician upon Sheminith, A Psalm of David. Help, LORD; for the godly man ceaseth; for the faithful fail from among the children of men.

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.

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

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

3 The LORD shall cut off all flattering lips, [and] the tongue that speaketh proud things:

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

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

who have said, We will magnify our tongue; our lips are our own: who is Lord of 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] puffeth at him.

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

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

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

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

You, O Lord, shall keep us, and shall preserve us, from this generation, and for ever.

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

The ungodly walk around: according to your greatness you has greatly exalted the sons of men.