Psalms 12

1 For the chief music-maker on the Sheminith. A Psalm. Of David. Send help, Lord, for mercy has come to an end; there is no more faith among the children of men.

To the choirmaster on the sheminith a psalm of David. Save! O Yahweh for he has come to an end [the] faithful for they have vanished faithful [people] from [the] children of humankind.

2 Everyone says false words to his neighbour: their tongues are smooth in their talk, and their hearts are full of deceit.

Falsehood - they speak each with neighbor his a lip of flatteri with a heart and a heart they speak.

3 The smooth lips and the tongue of pride will be cut off by the Lord.

May he cut off Yahweh all [the] lips of flatteri a tongue [which] speaks great [things].

4 They have said, With our tongues will we overcome; our lips are ours: who is lord over us?

Which they say - tongues our we will make strong lips our [are] with us who? [is] master of us.

5 Because of the crushing of the poor and the weeping of those in need, now will I come to his help, says the Lord; I will give him the salvation which he is desiring.

From [the] devastation of afflicted [people] from [the] groaning of needy [people] now I will arise he says Yahweh I will set in [the] safety [one who] he pants for it.

6 The words of the Lord are true words: like silver tested by fire and burned clean seven times.

[the] words of Yahweh [are] words pure silver refined in a crucible of the earth purified sevenfold.

7 You will keep them, O Lord, you will keep them safe from this generation for ever.

You O Yahweh you will keep them you will guard him - from the generation this for ever.

8 The sinners are walking on every side, and evil is honoured among the children of men.

All around wicked [people] they walk about! when is exalted vileness by [the] children of humankind.