(0) Psalm 12 For the director of music. According to sheminith.[1] A psalm of David.
(1) Help, LORD, for the godly are no more; the faithful have vanished from among men.
(2) Everyone lies to his neighbor; their flattering lips speak with deception.
(3) May the LORD cut off all flattering lips and every boastful tongue
(4) that says, "We will triumph with our tongues; we own our lips[2] --who is our master?"
(5) "Because of the oppression of the weak and the groaning of the needy, I will now arise," says the LORD. "I will protect them from those who malign them."
(6) And the words of the LORD are flawless, like silver refined in a furnace of clay, purified seven times.
(7) O LORD, you will keep us safe and protect us from such people forever.
(8) The wicked freely strut about when what is vile is honored among men.