12:1 [To the choirmaster: according to The Sheminith. A Psalm of David.] Save, O LORD, for the godly one is gone; for the faithful have vanished from among the children of man. 12:2 Everyone utters lies to his neighbor; with flattering lips and a double heart they speak. 12:3 May the LORD cut off all flattering lips, the tongue that makes great boasts, 12:4 those who say, "With our tongue we will prevail, our lips are with us; who is master over us" 12:5 "Because the poor are plundered, because the needy groan, I will now arise," says the LORD; "I will place him in the safety for which he longs." 12:6 The words of the LORD are pure words, like silver refined in a furnace on the ground, purified seven times. 12:7 You, O LORD, will keep them; you will guard us from this generation forever. 12:8 On every side the wicked prowl, as vileness is exalted among the children of man.