Psalms 12

To the chief Musician upon Sheminith, A Psalm of David.

1Help, LORD; for the godly man ceaseth; for the faithful fail from among the children of men.12 2They speak vanity every one with his neighbour: with flattering lips and with a double heart do they speak.3 3The LORD shall cut off all flattering lips, and the tongue that speaketh proud things:4 4Who have said, With our tongue will we prevail; our lips are our own: who is lord over us?5 5For 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.6 6The words of the LORD are pure words: as silver tried in a furnace of earth, purified seven times. 7Thou shalt keep them, O LORD, thou shalt preserve them from this generation for ever.7 8The wicked walk on every side, when the vilest men are exalted.8