NIV Psalms 12 Chapter
12:1
Help, LORD, for the godly are no more; the faithful have vanished from among men.
12:2
Everyone lies to his neighbor; their flattering lips speak with deception.
12:3
May the LORD cut off all flattering lips and every boastful tongue
12:4
that says, "We will triumph with our tongues; we own our lips-- who is our master?"
12:5
"Because of the oppression of the weak and the groaning of the needy, I will now arise," says the LORD. "I will protect them from those who malign them."
12:6
And the words of the LORD are flawless, like silver refined in a furnace of clay, purified seven times.
12:7
O LORD, you will keep us safe and protect us from such people forever.
12:8
The wicked freely strut about when what is vile is honored among men.