12 1 Help, LORD; for there is no longer any that is godly;
for the faithful have vanished from among the sons of men.
12 2 Every one utters lies to his neighbour;
with flattering lips and a double heart they speak.
12 3 May Yahweh 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 our master?"
12 5 "Because the poor are despoiled, because the needy groan,
I will now arise," says Yahweh;
"I will place him in the safety for which he longs."
12 6 The promises of Yahweh are promises that are pure,
silver refined in a furnace on the ground, purified seven times.
12 7 You, O Yahweh, protect us,
you guard us ever from this generation.
12 8 On every side the wicked prowl,
as vileness is exalted among the sons of men.