Psalms 12

1 To the Overseer, on the octave. — A Psalm of David. Save, Jehovah, for the saintly hath failed, For the stedfast have ceased From 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 Vanity they speak each with his neighbour, Lip of flattery! With heart and heart they speak.

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

3 Jehovah doth cut off all lips of flattery, A tongue speaking great things,

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

4 Who said, 'By our tongue we do mightily: 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 Because of the spoiling of the poor, Because of the groaning of the needy, Now do I arise, saith Jehovah, I set in safety [him who] doth breathe for it.

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 Sayings of Jehovah [are] pure sayings; Silver tried in a furnace of earth refined sevenfold.

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

7 Thou, O Jehovah, dost preserve them, Thou keepest us from this generation to the age.

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

8 Around the wicked walk continually, According as vileness is exalted by sons of men!

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