1 To the chief Musician upon Sheminith, A Psalm of David.
Help, LORD; for the godly man ceaseth;
for the faithful fail from among the children of men.
2 They speak vanity every one with his neighbour:
with flattering lips and with a double heart do they speak.
Psalm 12:1-2 KJV
The days of righteous men are all but gone,
For evil spreads the earth just like a plague.
It’s not that saints are hiding and withdrawn,
There’s just so few they seem both hushed and vague.
The faithful few are buried by the mob:
The carnel, unregenerate and vile,
Who smile at you in passing at your job,
Then stab you in the back with that same smile.
These are the days the wicked strut about;
They’re killing unborn babies just to sell.
They stand upon a rainbow box and shout,
And roam the streets like racist mobs from hell.
O Help us, Lord! The faithful fall away!
There’s very little hope for us today!