Psalm 12, Chant A

 

Psalm 12   Salvum me fac

1 Help me, LORD, for there is no godly one left; *
the faithful have vanished from a-mong us.

2 Everyone speaks falsely with his neigh-bor; *
with a smooth tongue they speak from a dou-ble heart.

3 Oh, that the LORD would cut off all smooth tongues, *
and close the lips that ut-ter proud boasts!

4 Those who say, “With our tongue will we pre-vail; *
our lips are our own; who is lord ov-er us?”

5 “Because the needy are oppressed, and the poor cry out in mis-ery, *
I will rise up,” says the LORD, “and give them the help they long for.”

6 The words of the LORD are pure words, *
like silver refined from ore and purified seven times in the fire.

7 O LORD, watch o–ver us *
and save us from this genera-tion for ev-er.

8 The wicked prowl on every side, *
and that which is worthless is highly prized by ev-eryone.

Glory to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Spir-it: *
as it was in the beginning, is now, and will be for ev-er. A-men.