Psalms 12
1Help, Lord; for the merciful man ceases, for the faithful fail from among the children of men.2Each one speaks vanity with his neighbour: they speak with flattering lips and with a double heart.3The Lord shall cut off all flattering lips and the tongue that speaks proud things:4Who have said, With our tongue we will prevail; our lips are our own: who is lord over us?5For the oppression of the poor, for the sighing of the needy, now I will arise, saith the Lord; I will set in safety the one whom the wicked one has ensnared.6The words of the Lord are pure words: as silver tried in a furnace of earth, purified seven times.7Thou shalt keep them, O Lord, thou shalt preserve them from this generation for ever.8The wicked press in on every side when the vilest men are exalted.