Psalms 12:1-7 ▼

1 For the choir director: according to Sheminith. ”8224; A psalm of David. Help, LORD, for no faithful one remains; the loyal have disappeared from the human race.

2 They lie to one another; they speak with flattering lips and deceptive hearts.

3 May the LORD cut off all flattering lips and the tongue that speaks boastfully.

4 They say, “Through our tongues we have power; our lips are our own—who can be our master? ”

5 “Because of the devastation of the needy and the groaning of the poor, I will now rise up,” says the LORD. “I will provide safety for the one who longs for it.”

6 The words of the LORD are pure words, like silver refined in an earthen furnace, purified seven times.

7 You, LORD, will guard us; you will protect us from this generation forever.