Salmos 12

¹For the leader; upon the eighth. A psalm of David. I Help, LORD, for no one loyal remains; the faithful have vanished from the human race

²Those who tell lies to one another speak with deceiving lips and a double heart.

³II May the LORD cut off all deceiving lips, and every boastful tongue,

⁴Those who say, By our tongues we prevail; when our lips speak, who can lord it over us?

⁵III Because they rob the weak, and the needy groan, I will now arise, says the LORD; I will grant safety to whoever longs for it.

⁶IV The promises of the LORD are sure, silver refined in a crucible, silver purified seven times.

⁷LORD, protect us always; preserve us from this generation.

⁸On every side the wicked strut; the shameless are extolled by all.