1 For the chief music-maker on the Sheminith. A Psalm. Of David. 2 \12:1\Send help, Lord, for mercy has come to an end; there is no more faith among the children of men.3 \12:2\Everyone says false words to his neighbour: their tongues are smooth in their talk, and their hearts are full of deceit.4 \12:3\The smooth lips and the tongue of pride will be cut off by the Lord.5 \12:4\They have said, With our tongues will we overcome; our lips are ours: who is lord over us?6 \12:5\Because of the crushing of the poor and the weeping of those in need, now will I come to his help, says the Lord; I will give him the salvation which he is desiring.7 \12:6\The words of the Lord are true words: like silver tested by fire and burned clean seven times.8 \12:7\You will keep them, O Lord, you will keep them safe from this generation for ever.9 \12:8\The sinners are walking on every side, and evil is honoured among the children of men.