Psalms 12

1Help, Lord; for the godly man ceaseth; for the faithful fail from among the children of men.

1Unto the end, a psalm for David. How long, O Lord, wilt thou forget me unto the end? how long dost thou turn away thy face from me?

2They speak vanity every one with his neighbour: with flattering lips and with a double heart do they speak.

2How long shall I take counsels in my soul, sorrow in my heart all the day?

3The Lord shall cut off all flattering lips, and the tongue that speaketh proud things:

3How long shall my enemy be exalted over me?

4Who have said, With our tongue will we prevail; our lips are our own: who is lord over us?

4Consider, and hear me, O Lord, my God. Enlighten my eyes, that I never sleep in death:

5For the oppression of the poor, for the sighing of the needy, now will I arise, saith the Lord; I will set him in safety from him that puffeth at him.

5Lest at any time my enemy say: I have prevailed against him. They that trouble me, will rejoice when I am moved:

6The words of the Lord are pure words: as silver tried in a furnace of earth, purified seven times.

6But I have trusted in thy mercy. My heart shall rejoice in thy salvation: I will sing to the Lord, who giveth me good things: yea, I will sing to the name of the Lord, the most high.

7Thou shalt keep them, O Lord, thou shalt preserve them from this generation for ever.

7(not in this translation)

8The wicked walk on every side, when the vilest men are exalted.

8(not in this translation)