Psalms 12

Psalm 12

God, a Helper against the Treacherous.

For the choir director; upon an eight-stringed lyre. A Psalm of David.

1Help, Lord, for the godly man ceases to be,

For the faithful disappear from among the sons of men.

2They speak falsehood to one another;

With flattering lips and with a double heart they speak.

3May the Lord cut off all flattering lips,

The tongue that speaks great things;

4Who have said, “With our tongue we will prevail;

Our lips are our own; who is lord over us?”

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.”

6The words of the Lord are pure words;

As silver tried in a furnace on the earth, refined seven times.

7You, O Lord, will keep them;

You will preserve him from this generation forever.

8The wicked strut about on every side

When vileness is exalted among the sons of men.