Psalm 12
For the choir director; on the sheminith; a psalm by David. 
  1 Help, O Lord.  
No godly person is left.  
Faithful people have vanished from among Adam’s descendants!   
 2 All people speak foolishly.  
They speak with flattering lips. They say one thing but mean another.   
 3 May the Lord cut off every flattering lip  
and every bragging tongue   
 4 that has said,  
“We will overcome with our tongues.  
With lips such as ours, who can be our master?”   
 5 “Because oppressed people are robbed and needy people groan,  
I will now arise,” says the Lord.  
“I will provide safety for those who long for it.”   
 6 The promises of the Lord are pure,  
like silver refined in a furnace and purified seven times.   
 7 O Lord, you will protect them.  
You will keep each one safe from those people forever.   
 8 Wicked people parade around  
when immorality increases among Adam’s descendants.