Psalms 12
1“For the leader of the music; to the octave. A psalm of David.” Help, LORD; for the godly man ceaseth; The faithful are failing among men.
2They speak falsehood one to another; With flattering lips, with a double heart, do they speak.
3May the LORD destroy all flattering lips, And the tongue which speaketh proud things!
4Who say, “With our tongues will we prevail; Our lips are our reliance; Who is lord over us?”
5For the oppression of the poor and the sighing of the wretched, Now will I stand up, saith the LORD; I will set in safety him whom they puff at.
6The words of the LORD are pure; Like silver purified in a furnace on the earth, Seven times refined.
7Thou, O LORD! will watch over them; Thou wilt preserve them from this generation for ever.
8The wicked walk on every side, When the vilest of men are exalted.