Psm12:1 [For the choir director; upon an eight-stringed lyre. A Psalm of David]. Help, LORD, for the godly man ceases to be, For the faithful disappear from among the sons of men.
Psm12:2 They speak falsehood to one another; With flattering lips and with a double heart they speak.
Psm12:3 May the LORD cut off all flattering lips, The tongue that speaks great things;
Psm12:4 Who have said, "With our tongue we will prevail; Our lips are our own; who is lord over us?"
Psm12:5 "Because of the devastation of the afflicted, because of the groaning of the needy, Now I will arise," says the LORD; "I will set him in the safety for which he longs."
Psm12:6 The words of the LORD are pure words; As silver tried in a furnace on the earth, refined seven times.
Psm12:7 Thou, O LORD, wilt keep them; Thou wilt preserve him from this generation forever.
Psm12:8 The wicked strut about on every side, When vileness is exalted among the sons of men.
Psm12:9