Psalm 12

To the choirmaster: according to The Sheminith. A Psalm of David.

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.”

⁶ The 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.

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