Psalms 12

1 Unto the end; for the octave, a psalm for David. Save me, O Lord, for there is now no saint: truths are decayed from among the children of men.

To the chief Musician. Upon Sheminith. A Psalm of David. Save, Jehovah, for the godly man is gone; for the faithful have failed from among the children of men.

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

They speak falsehood every one with his neighbour: [with] flattering lip, with a double heart, do they speak.

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

Jehovah will cut off all flattering lips, the tongue that speaketh proud things,

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

Who have said, With our tongue will we prevail, our lips are our own: who [is] lord over us?

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

Because of the oppression of the afflicted, because of the sighing of the needy, now will I arise, saith Jehovah, I will set [him] in safety, at whom they puff.

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

The words of Jehovah are pure words, silver tried in the furnace of earth, purified seven times.

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

Thou, Jehovah, wilt keep them, thou wilt preserve them from this generation for ever.

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

The wicked walk about on every side, when vileness is exalted among the children of men.