New International Version (Anglicised)
Psalms 12
1 Help, Lord, for no one is faithful any more; those who are loyal have vanished from the human race.
2 Everyone lies to their neighbour; they flatter with their lips but harbour deception in their hearts.
3 May the Lord silence all flattering lips and every boastful tongue –
4 those who say, ‘By our tongues we will prevail; our own lips will defend us – who is lord over us?’
5 ‘Because the poor are plundered and the needy groan, I will now arise,’ says the Lord. ‘I will protect them from those who malign them.’
6 And the words of the Lord are flawless, like silver purified in a crucible, like gold refined seven times.
7 You, Lord, will keep the needy safe and will protect us for ever from the wicked,
8 who freely strut about when what is vile is honoured by the human race.