﻿Psalm.
Chapter 12.
Save us, LORD, for the faithful are gone; the loyal have vanished from humankind. 
They speak falsehood to one another; with flattering lips and a double heart they speak. 
May the LORD cut off every flattering lip and every tongue that speaks boastfully, 
those who say, “With our tongue we will prevail; our lips are our own. Who is lord over us?” 
“Because the poor are oppressed and the needy groan, I will now rise up,” says the LORD. “I will give safety to the one who longs for it.” 
The words of the LORD are pure words, like silver refined in an earthen furnace, purified seven times. 
You, LORD, will guard them; you will protect him from this generation forever. 
The wicked prowl on every side when vileness is exalted among humankind. 
