Psalm 12
For the Chief Musician; upon an eight-stringed lyre. A Psalm of David.
[12:1] Help, Yahweh; for the godly man ceases. For the faithful fail from among the children of men. [12:2] Everyone lies to his neighbor. They speak with flattering lips, and with a double heart. [12:3] May Yahweh cut off all flattering lips, and the tongue that boasts, [12:4] who have said, "With our tongue we will prevail. Our lips are our own. Who is lord over us?" [12:5] "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." [12:6] The words of Yahweh are flawless words, as silver refined in a clay furnace, purified seven times. [12:7] You will keep them, Yahweh. You will preserve them from this generation forever. [12:8] The wicked walk on every side, when what is vile is exalted among the sons of men.