Psalm 12

₁Save, O Lord, for the godly one is gone;

for the faithful have vanished from among the children of man.

₂Everyone utters lies to his neighbor;

with flattering lips and a double heart they speak.

₃May the Lord cut off all flattering lips,

the tongue that makes great boasts,

₄those who say, “With our tongue we will prevail,

our lips are with us; who is master over us?”

₅“Because the poor are plundered, because the needy groan,

I will now arise,” says the Lord;

“I will place him in the safety for which he longs.”

₆The words of the Lord are pure words,

like silver refined in a furnace on the ground,

purified seven times.

₇You, O Lord, will keep them;

you will guard us from this generation forever.

₈On every side the wicked prowl,

as vileness is exalted among the children of man.