Psalms 12

To the chief Musician upon Sheminith, A Psalm of David.

¹Help, LORD; for the godly man ceaseth; for the faithful fail from among the children of men.

²They speak vanity every one with his neighbour: <add>with</add> flattering lips <add>and</add> with a double heart do they speak.

³The LORD shall cut off all flattering lips, <add>and</add> the tongue that speaketh proud things:

⁴Who have said, With our tongue will we prevail; our lips <add>are</add> our own: who <add>is</add> lord over us?

⁵For the oppression of the poor, for the sighing of the needy, now will I arise, saith the LORD; I will set <add>him</add> in safety <add>from him that</add> puffeth at him.

⁶The words of the LORD <add>are</add> pure words: <add>as</add> silver tried in a furnace of earth, purified seven times.

⁷Thou shalt keep them, O LORD, thou shalt preserve them from this generation for ever.

⁸The wicked walk on every side, when the vilest men are exalted.