Psalm 12 (New International Version)

Psalm 12

For the director of music. According to sheminith . A psalm of David. ^[a]

 ¹ Help, LORD, for the godly are no more;
       the faithful have vanished from among men.

 ² Everyone lies to his neighbor;
       their flattering lips speak with deception.

 ³ May the LORD cut off all flattering lips
       and every boastful tongue

 ⁴ that says, "We will triumph with our tongues;
       we own our lips ^[b] —who is our master?"

 ⁵ "Because of the oppression of the weak
       and the groaning of the needy,
       I will now arise," says the LORD.
       "I will protect them from those who malign them."

 ⁶ And the words of the LORD are flawless,
       like silver refined in a furnace of clay,
       purified seven times.

 ⁷ O LORD, you will keep us safe
       and protect us from such people forever.

 ⁸ The wicked freely strut about
       when what is vile is honored among men.