12:1 Unto the end, a psalm for David. How long, O Lord, wilt thou forget me unto the end? how long dost thou turn away thy face from me?

12:2 They have spoken vain things, every one to his neighbour: with deceitful lips, and with a double heart have they spoken.

12:3 May the Lord destroy all deceitful lips, and the tongue that speaketh proud things.

12:4 Who have said: We will magnify our tongue: our lips are our own: who is Lord over us?

12:5 By reason of the misery of the needy, and the groans of the poor, now will I arise, saith the Lord. I will set him in safety: I will deal confidently in his regard.

12:6 The words of the Lord are pure words: as silver tried by the fire, purged from the earth, refined seven times.

12:7 Thou, O Lord, wilt preserve us: and keep us from this generation for ever.

12:8 The wicked walk round about: according to thy highness, thou hast multiplied the children of men.