psalm 12

Help, Lord, for the godly man ceases! For the faithful disappear from among the sons of men! They speak idly everyone with his neighbor With flattering lips and a double heart they speak! The Lord shall cut off all flattering lips And the tongue that speaks proud things! Who have said: "With our tongue we will prevail" "Our lips are our own; who is lord over us?" "For the oppression of the poor, for the sighing of the needy Now I will arise!" says the Lord! "I will set him in the safety for which he yearns!" The words of the Lord are pure words! Like silver tried in a furnace of earth Purified seven times in the fire! Thou shalt keep them, O Lord, forever Thou shalt preserve them from this generation! The wicked prowl on every side When vileness is exalted among the sons of men! But Your Word stands! Your Word is pure! "For the oppression of the poor, for the sighing of the needy Now I will arise!" says the Lord! "I will set him in the safety for which he yearns!" The words of the Lord are pure words! Purified seven times! The Lord shall preserve us!