Psalms 12

¹To the director: according to the Sheminith. A psalm of David. Save, O LORD, for the faithful have come to an end; for the faithful have disappeared from among the sons of men.

²They speak falsehood each to his neighbor; with flattering lips and a double heart they speak.

³The LORD will cut off all flattering lips, the tongue that speaks great things.

⁴Those who have said, 'With our tongue we will prevail; our lips are our own — who is lord over us?'

⁵Because of the violence done to the afflicted, because of the groaning of the needy — now I will arise, says the LORD; I will set him in safety for which he longs.

⁶The words of the LORD are pure words, like silver refined in an earthen furnace, purified sevenfold.

⁷You, O LORD, will guard them; you will keep us from this generation forever.

⁸On every side the wicked strut about — as vileness is exalted among the sons of mankind.