Psalm 12

A lament about a culture of flattery and double-hearted speech, where people say, "We own our lips—who can be our master?" Against all that slippery talk, God's words are tested and pure. God says He rises up for the groaning of the needy. The psalm ends without resolution: vileness is still exalted.

"The words of the LORD are flawless, like silver refined in a furnace, like gold purified sevenfold." (Psalm 12:6)