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. 12:2 They speak vanity every one with his neighbor: [with] flattering lips [and] with a double heart do they speak. 12:3 The LORD shall cut off all flattering lips, [and] the tongue that speaketh proud things: 12:4 Who have said, With our tongue will we prevail; our lips [are] our own: who [is] lord over us? 12:5 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. 12:6 The words of the LORD [are] pure words: [as] silver tried in a furnace of earth, purified seven times. 12:7 Thou shalt keep them, O LORD, thou shalt preserve them from this generation for ever. 12:8 The wicked walk on every side, when the vilest men are exalted.