12:1   (A psalm by David for the music leader.) Please help me, LORD! All who were faithful and all who were loyal have disappeared.

12:2   Everyone tells lies, and no one is sincere.

12:3   Won't you chop off all flattering tongues that brag so loudly?

12:4   They say to themselves, "We are great speakers. No one else has a chance."

12:5   But you, LORD, tell them, "I will do something! The poor are mistreated and helpless people moan. I'll rescue all who suffer."

12:6   Our LORD, you are true to your promises, and your word is like silver heated seven times in a fiery furnace.

12:7   You will protect us and always keep us safe from those people.

12:8   But all who are wicked will keep on strutting, while everyone praises their shameless deeds.