Psalm 12.
To the chief musician upon Chamath.
A Psalm of David.
Hello Lord for the godly man.
SISA.
For the faithful fall from among the children of men.
They speak, vanity everyone with his neighbor, with flattering
lips and with a double heart.
Do they speak.
The Lord shall cut off all flattering lips.
And the tongue that speak of the proud things.
Who have said with our tongue, will we prevail our lips,
our own, who is Lord over us?
For the oppression of the poor for the sign of the needy.
Now, will I arise say at the Lord, I will set him in safety
from him that puff at that him.
The words of the Lord are pure words.
As silver tried in a furnace of earth, purified seven times.
The last shot, keep them a Lord.
The shop, preserve them from this generation forever.
The wicked walk on every side, when the vilest men are exalted.