Psalm 12

New Coverdale Version

Help me, O Lord, for there is no godly one left; * for the faithful have vanished from among the children of men.

They speak falsely, every one with his neighbor; * they flatter with their lips and deceive with a double heart.

The Lord shall root out all deceitful lips * and the tongues that speak proud things,

Which have said, “With our tongue will we prevail; * our lips are our own; who is lord over us?”

“Now because of the trouble of the needy * and because of the deep sighing of the poor,

I will rise up,” says the Lord, * “and will give help to every one who longs for it.”

The words of the Lord are pure words, even as silver that is tried in the furnace, * and as gold that is purified seven times in the fire.

Preserve us, O Lord, and save us * from this perverse and evil generation.

The ungodly walk on every side * when wickedness is exalted among the children of men.