Psalm 12
For the choir director; on the sheminith; a psalm by David. 
 1 Help, O Lord. 
No godly person is left. 
Faithful people have vanished from among Adam’s descendants! 
 2 All people speak foolishly. 
They speak with flattering lips. They say one thing but mean another. 
 3 May the Lord cut off every flattering lip 
and every bragging tongue 
 4 that has said, 
“We will overcome with our tongues. 
With lips such as ours, who can be our master?” 
 5 “Because oppressed people are robbed and needy people groan, 
I will now arise,” says the Lord. 
“I will provide safety for those who long for it.” 
 6 The promises of the Lord are pure, 
like silver refined in a furnace and purified seven times. 
 7 O Lord, you will protect them. 
You will keep each one safe from those people forever. 
 8 Wicked people parade around 
when immorality increases among Adam’s descendants.