Psalm 12

Help, O Lord, for no one now is dutiful;
faithfulness has vanished from among men.
Everyone speaks falsehood to his neighbor;
with smooth lips they speak, and double heart.

May the Lord destroy all smooth lips, every boastful tongue,
Those who say, "We are heroes with our tongues;
our lips are our own; who is lord over us?"

"Because they rob the afflicted, and the needy sigh,
now will I arise," says the Lord;
"I will grant safety to him who longs for it."

The promises of the Lord are sure,
like tried silver, freed from dross, sevenfold refined.
You, O Lord, will keep us and preserve us always
from this generation, while about us the wicked strut
and in high place are the basest of men.