Psalm 12

1 Help, Lord, for there is not one godly person left:
    the faithful have vanished from among the children of Adam.
2 Everyone tells lies to their neighbour:
    they flatter with their lips, but speak from a double heart.
3 If only the Lord would cut off all flattering lips:
    and the tongue that speaks so proudly!
4 They say 'By our tongues we shall prevail:
    our lips are our servants-who is lord over us?'
5 Because of the oppression of the poor, because of the groaning of the needy:
    'I will arise', says the Lord, 'and set them in safety from those that snarl after them.'
6 The words of the Lord are pure, as silver refined in a crucible:
    as gold that is seven times purified in the fire.
7 You will surely guard us, O Lord:
    and shield us for ever from this evil generation,
8 Though the ungodly strut on every side:
    though the vilest lord it over the children of Adam.