Psalms 12

1[To the chief Musician upon Sheminith, A Psalm of David.] Help, Yahuah; for the godly man ceaseth; for the faithful fail from among the children of men. 2They speak vanity every one with his neighbour: flattering lips with a double heart do they speak. 3The Yahuah shall cut off all flattering lips, the tongue that speaketh proud things: 4Who have said, With our tongue will we prevail; our lips our own: who lord over us? 5For the oppression of the poor, for the sighing of the needy, now will I arise, says the Yahuah; I will set in safety puffeth at him. 6The words of the Yahuah pure words: silver tried in a furnace of earth, purified seven times. 7you shall keep them, O Yahuah, you shall preserve them from this generation for ever. 8The wicked walk on every side, when the vilest men are exalted.