For the director of music. According to sheminith. A psalm of David.
1Help, Lord, for no-one is faithful anymore; those who are loyal have vanished from the human race.[1]2Everyone lies to their neighbour; they flatter with their lips but harbour deception in their hearts.3May the Lord silence all flattering lips and every boastful tongue –4those who say, ‘By our tongues we will prevail; our own lips will defend us – who is lord over us?’5‘Because the poor are plundered and the needy groan, I will now arise,’ says the Lord. ‘I will protect them from those who malign them.’6And the words of the Lord are flawless, like silver purified in a crucible, like gold[2] refined seven times.7You, Lord, will keep the needy safe and will protect us for ever from the wicked,8who freely strut about when what is vile is honoured by the human race.
Psalm 12
King James Version
1To the chief Musician upon Sheminith, A Psalm of David. Help, LORD; for the godly man ceaseth; for the faithful fail from among the children of men.2They speak vanity every one with his neighbour: with flattering lips and with a double heart do they speak.3The LORD shall cut off all flattering lips, and the tongue that speaketh proud things:4Who have said, With our tongue will we prevail; our lips are our own: who is 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 him in safety from him that puffeth at him.6The words of the LORD are pure words: as 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.