Psm12:1 <For the chief music-maker on the Sheminith. A Psalm. Of David.> Send help, Lord, for mercy has come to an end; there is no more faith among the children of men.
Psm12:2 Everyone says false words to his neighbour: their tongues are smooth in their talk, and their hearts are full of deceit.
Psm12:3 The smooth lips and the tongue of pride will be cut off by the Lord.
Psm12:4 They have said, With our tongues will we overcome; our lips are ours: who is lord over us?
Psm12:5 Because of the crushing of the poor and the weeping of those in need, now will I come to his help, says the Lord; I will give him the salvation which he is desiring.
Psm12:6 The words of the Lord are true words: like silver tested by fire and burned clean seven times.
Psm12:7 You will keep them, O Lord, you will keep them safe from this generation for ever.
Psm12:8 The sinners are walking on every side, and evil is honoured among the children of men.