Psalms 12

1 [For the Chief Musician; upon an eight-stringed lyre. A Psalm of David.] Help, LORD; for the faithful ceases. For the loyal have vanished from among the descendants of Adam.

For the Chief Musician; upon an eight-stringed lyre. A Psalm of David. Help, LORD; for the godly man ceases. For the faithful fail from amongst the children of men.

2 Everyone lies to his neighbor. They speak with flattering lips, and with a double heart.

Everyone lies to his neighbour. They speak with flattering lips, and with a double heart.

3 May the LORD cut off all flattering lips, and the tongue that boasts,

May the LORD cut off all flattering lips, and the tongue that boasts,

4 who have said, "With our tongue we will prevail. Our lips are our own. Who is lord over us?"

who have said, “With our tongue we will prevail. Our lips are our own. Who is lord over us?”

5 "Because of the oppression of the weak and because of the groaning of the needy, I will now arise," says the LORD; "I will place in safety the one who longs for it."

“Because of the oppression of the weak and because of the groaning of the needy, I will now arise,” says the LORD; “I will set him in safety from those who malign him.”

6 The words of the LORD are flawless words, as silver refined in a clay furnace, purified seven times.

The LORD’s words are flawless words, as silver refined in a clay furnace, purified seven times.

7 You, LORD, will protect us. You will guard us from this generation forever.

You will keep them, LORD. You will preserve them from this generation forever.

8 The wicked walk on every side, when what is vile is exalted among the descendants of Adam.

The wicked walk on every side, when what is vile is exalted amongst the sons of men.