Psalms 12
Open in the reader1Unto the End. On the Eighth. A Psalm of Beloved.
2Help, O He-Who-Is, for the godly are no more; the faithful have vanished from among men.
3They lie to one another; they speak with flattering lips and a double heart.
4May He-Who-Is cut off all flattering lips and every boastful tongue.
5They say, “With our tongues we will prevail. We own our lips—who can be our master?”
6“For the cause of the oppressed and for the groaning of the needy, I will now arise,” says He-Who-Is. “I will bring safety to him who yearns.”
7The words of He-Who-Is are flawless, like silver refined in a furnace, like gold purified sevenfold.
8You, O He-Who-Is, will keep us; You will forever guard us from this generation.
9The wicked wander freely, and vileness is exalted among men.