12:1  To the choirmaster: according to The Sheminith. A Psalm of David. Help, LORD; for there is no longer any that is godly; for the faithful have vanished from among the sons of men.

12:2  Every one utters lies to his neighbor; with flattering lips and a double heart they speak.

12:3  May the LORD cut off all flattering lips, the tongue that makes great boasts,

12:4  those who say, "With our tongue we will prevail, our lips are with us; who is our master?"

12:5  "Because the poor are despoiled, because the needy groan, I will now arise," says the LORD; "I will place him in the safety for which he longs."

12:6  The promises of the LORD are promises that are pure, silver refined in a furnace on the ground, purified seven times.

12:7  Do thou, O LORD, protect us, guard us ever from this generation.

12:8  On every side the wicked prowl, as vileness is exalted among the sons of men.