Psalm 12

For the choirmaster. According to Sheminith. A Psalm of David.

1 Help, O LORD, for the godly are no more;

the faithful have vanished from among men.

2 They lie to one another;

they speak with flattering lips and a double heart.

3 May the LORD cut off all flattering lips

and every boastful tongue.

4 They say, “With our tongues we will prevail.

We own our lips—who can be our master?”

5 “For the cause of the oppressed

and for the groaning of the needy,

I will now arise,” says the LORD.

“I will bring safety to him who yearns.”

6 The words of the LORD are flawless,

like silver refined in a furnace,

like gold purified sevenfold.

7 You, O LORD, will keep us;

You will forever guard us from this generation.

8 The wicked wander freely,

and vileness is exalted among men.

Psalm 12, note a Sheminithis probably a musical term; here and in 1 Chronicles 15:21 and Psalm 6:1.Psalm 12:6, note b Probable reading; MT like silver refined in a furnace of clay, purified sevenfold