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