Chapter 12

To the chief Musician¹⁸ upon Sheminith, ⁸⁰⁶⁶ A Psalm of David.
Help,⁵⁴ LORD; for the godly man ceaseth;¹ for the faithful⁷ fail¹ from among the children of men.

They speak¹⁷ vanity every one with his neighbour: [with] flattering lips [and] with a double heart do they speak.¹⁷

The LORD shall cut off⁵⁵ all flattering lips, [and] the tongue that speaketh¹⁸ proud things:

Who have said,¹ With our tongue will we prevail;⁵⁵ our lips [are] our own: who [is] lord over us?

For the oppression of the poor, for the sighing of the needy, now will I arise,⁴ saith⁴ the LORD; I will set⁴ [him] in safety [from him that] puffeth⁵⁵ at him.

The words of the LORD [are] pure words: [as] silver tried⁷ in a furnace of earth, purified³⁰ seven times.

Thou shalt keep⁴ them, O LORD, thou shalt preserve⁴ them from this generation for ever.

The wicked walk¹⁰¹ on every side, when the vilest men ¹²⁰ are exalted.²