Psalm 12
To the chief Musician upon Sheminith A Psalm of David.
1 Help, Lord; for godly men do cease:
faithful fail men among.
2 Each to his friend speaks vanity;
with flattering lips, and tongue
and with a double heart they speak.
3 All flatt’ring lips the Lord
shall cut them off, with every tongue
that speaketh boasting word.
4 Thus have they said, we with our tongue,
prevailing pow’r shall get;
are not our lips our own: for Lord
who over us is set?
5 Thus saith the Lord, for sighs of them
that want, for poor opprest,
I’ll now arise, from such as puff,
will set him safe at rest.
6 Pure are the words the Lord doth speak:
as silver that is try’d
in earthen furnace, seven times
that hath been purified.
7 Thou shalt them keep, O Lord, thou shalt
preserve them ev’ry one,
for evermore in safety from
this generation.
8 The wicked men on ev’ry side
do walk presumptuously,
when as the vilest sons of men
exalted are on high.