Salmos 12

1 «To 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.

2 They speak vanity every one with his neighbour: [with] flattering lips [and] with a double heart do they speak.

3 The Lorde cut off all flattering lippes, and the tongue that speaketh proude things:

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

5 For 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.

6 The wordes of the Lorde are pure wordes, as the siluer, tried in a fornace of earth, fined seuen folde.

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

8 The wicked walk on every side, when the vilest men are exalted.