Psalm 12

Psalm XII.

To the chief Musician upon Sheminith, A Psalm of David.

Help, Lord; for ^athe godly man ceaseth;

For the faithful fail from among the children of men.

²They ^aaspeak vanity every one with his neighbour:

With ^bflattering lips and with a double heart do they speak.

³The Lord shall cut off all ^bflattering lips,

And the tongue that speaketh proud things:

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

Our lips are our own: who is lord over us?

^5cFor the oppression of ^dthe poor, for the sighing of the needy,

^eNow will I arise, saith the Lord;

I will set him in safety from him that ^fpuffeth at him.

^6gThe words of the Lord are pure words:

As silver ^gtried in a furnace of earth, ^hpurified ⁱseven times.

⁷Thou shalt keep them, O Lord,

Thou shalt preserve them from this generation for ever.

⁸The wicked walk on every side,

When the vilest men are exalted.