Psalms 12
1SAVE me, O Lord! for a holy one hath ceased [to appear]; for truths are scarce among the sons of men.
2They spoke vanities one to another: their lips are deceitful, they spoke with a double heart.
3May the Lord destroy all deceitful lips; and the tongue which speaketh swelling words—
4them who say, We will magnify our tongue: our lips are our own: who is Lord over us?
5Because of the oppression of the poor, because of the groans of the needy, now will I arise, saith the Lord; I will set in safety and speak boldly.
6The oracles of the Lord are pure oracles—tried silver, clear of dross, seven times purified.
7Thou, O Lord, wilt keep us and preserve us, from this generation forth, and forever.
8The wicked are walking about: Thou, in Thy sublimity, hast carefully observed the sons of men.