Psalms 12

¹Help, LORD ; for the godly man ceaseth;

For the faithful fail from among the children of men.

²They speak vanity every one with his neighbour:

With flattering lip, and with a double heart, do they speak.

³The LORD shall cut off all flattering lips,

The tongue that speaketh great things:

⁴Who have said, with our tongue will we prevail;

Our lips are our own: who is lord over us?

⁵For 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.

⁶The words of the LORD are pure words;

As silver tried in a furnace on the earth,

Purified seven times.

⁷Thou shalt keep them, O LORD ,

Thou shalt preserve them from this generation for ever.

⁸The wicked walk on every side,

When vileness is exalted among the sons of men.