Psalms - Chapter 12 | New King James Version

  • 1. To the Chief Musician. On an eight-stringed harp. {cf2super [13]} A Psalm of David. Help, Lord, for the godly man ceases! For the faithful disappear from among the sons of men.
  • 2. They speak idly everyone with his neighbor; With flattering lips and a double heart they speak.
  • 3. May the Lord cut off all flattering lips, And the tongue that speaks proud things,
  • 4. Who have said, "With our tongue we will prevail; Our lips are our own; Who is lord over us?"
  • 5. "For the oppression of the poor, for the sighing of the needy, Now I will arise," says the Lord; "I will set him in the safety for which he yearns."
  • 6. The words of the Lord are pure words, Like silver tried in a furnace of earth, Purified seven times.
  • 7. You shall keep them, O Lord, You shall preserve them from this generation forever.
  • 8. The wicked prowl on every side, When vileness is exalted among the sons of men.