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