Psalms 12

For the Chief Musician; set to the Sheminith. A Psalm of David.

1Help, Jehovah; for the godly man ceaseth;For the faithful fail from among the children of men. 2They speak falsehood every one with his neighbor:With flattering lip, and with a double heart, do they speak. 3Jehovah will 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? 5Because of the oppression of the poor, because of the sighing of the needy,Now will I arise, saith Jehovah;I will set him in the safety he panteth for. 6The words of Jehovah are pure words;As silver tried in a furnace on the earth,Purified seven times. 7Thou wilt keep them, O Jehovah,Thou wilt preserve them from this generation for ever. 8The wicked walk on every side,When vileness is exalted among the sons of men.