Psalms 12

1 To the Chief Musician. On the Octave. A Melody of David. O save Yahweh, for the man of lovingkindness, is no more, for the faithful, have vanished, from among the sons 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 Deception, speak they, every one with his neighbour, —with lips uttering smooth things—with a heart and a heart, do they speak.

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

3 May Yahweh cut off All the lips that utter smooth things, —the tongue that speaketh swelling words;

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

4 Them who say—With our tongue, will we prevail, our lips, are our own, who is our master?

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

5 Because of violence done to the poor, because of the crying of the needy, Now, will I arise! O may Yahweh say, —I will place [him] in safety—let him puff at him!

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 Yahweh, are words, that are pure, silver refined in a crucible of earth, purified seven times!

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

7 Thou, O Yahweh, wilt keep them, —Thou wilt guard him, from this generation unto times age-abiding.

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

8 On every side, the lawless, march about, —when worthlessness is exalted by the sons of men.

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