12:1To the chief Musician upon Sheminith. A Psalm of David. Help, LORD; for the godly man ceaseth; for the faithful fail from among the children of men.

12:2They speak vanity every one with his neighbor: with flattering lips and with a double heart do they speak.

12:3The LORD shall cut off all flattering lips, and the tongue that speaketh proud things:

12:4Who have said, With our tongue will we prevail; our lips are our own: who is lord over us?

12:5For the oppression of the poor, for the sighing of the needy, now will I arise, saith the LORD; I will set him in safety from him that puffeth at him.

12:6The words of the LORD are pure words: as silver tried in a furnace of earth, purified seven times.

12:7Thou shalt keep them, O LORD, thou shalt preserve them from this generation for ever.