Psalms 12

1Help, LORD! Because godly people are gone; the faithful have disappeared from among humanity.

2Everyone speaks lies to their neighbor; they speak with flattering lips and deceitful hearts.

3May the LORD cut off all flattering lips and every tongue that boasts,

4Who say: With our tongues we will win; our lips are our own weapons — who can be our master?

5Because of the oppression of the weak, because of the groaning of the needy, I will now rise up, says the LORD; I will place them in the safety they long for.

6The words of the LORD are pure words, like silver refined in a furnace, purified seven times.

7You, LORD, will keep needy people safe; you will protect oppressed people from this evil generation forever.

8The wicked strut around on every side, when what is vile is honored among people.