Psalms 12

1 Help, Yahweh; for the godly man ceases.  For the faithful fail from among the children of men.

2 Everyone lies to his neighbor.  They speak with flattering lips, and with a double heart.

3 May Yahweh cut off all flattering lips,  And the tongue that boasts,

4 Who have said, "With our tongue we will prevail.  Our lips are our own.  Who is lord over us?"

5 "Because of the oppression of the weak and because of the groaning of the needy,  I will now arise," says Yahweh;  "I will set him in safety from those who malign him."

6 The words of Yahweh are flawless words,  As silver refined in a clay furnace, purified seven times.

7 You will keep them, Yahweh,  You will preserve them from this generation forever.

8 The wicked walk on every side,  When what is vile is exalted among the sons of men.  For the Chief Musician. A Psalm by David.