Psalm 12:1-8 BSB

[1] For the choirmaster. According to Sheminith. A Psalm of David. Help, O LORD, for the godly are no more; the faithful have vanished from among men. [2] They lie to one another; they speak with flattering lips and a double heart. [3] May the LORD cut off all flattering lips and every boastful tongue. [4] They say, “With our tongues we will prevail. We own our lips— who can be our master?” [5] “For the cause of the oppressed and for the groaning of the needy, I will now arise,” says the LORD. “I will bring safety to him who yearns.” [6] The words of the LORD are flawless, like silver refined in a furnace, like gold purified sevenfold. [7] You, O LORD, will keep us; You will forever guard us from this generation. [8] The wicked wander freely, and vileness is exalted among men.