Psalm 12
For the leader; on the sheminith. A psalm of David.
Help, Lord, for the good are all gone,
faithful people have vanished.
One lies to another, speaking empty lies,
with flattering lips and false hearts they speak.
May the Lord cut off all the flattering lips,
and the tongue that utters arrogance,
they declare, “Our tongue is our strength,
our allies our lips: who is lord over us?”
“The poor are despoiled, and the needy are sighing;
so now I will act,” the Lord declares
“And place them in the safety they long for.”
The words of the Lord are words that are pure,
silver smelted, seven times refined.
You will keep us, Lord,
and guard us from this generation forever,
in a world where the wicked prowl,
and worthless people exalted.