Psalm 12

Help, LORD, for the godly are no
more,
the faithful have vanished from
among men.
Everyone lies to his neighbour;
their flattering lies speak with
deception.

May the LORD cut off all flattering
lips
and every boastful tongue
that says, "We will triumph with our
tongues;
we own our lips - who is our
master?

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

O LORD, you will keep us safe
and protect us from such people
forever.
The wicked freely strut about
when what is vile is honoured
among men.