Psalms 12

1 For the end, A Psalm of David, upon the eighth. Save me, O Lord; for the godly man has failed; for truth is diminished from among the children of men.

For the Chief Musician; set to the Sheminith. A Psalm of David. Help, Jehovah; for the godly man ceaseth; For the faithful fail from among the children of men.

2 Every one has spoken vanity to his neighbour: their lips are deceitful, they have spoken with a double heart.

They speak falsehood every one with his neighbor: With flattering lip, and with a double heart, do they speak.

3 Let the Lord destroy all the deceitful lips, and the tongue that speaks great words:

Jehovah will cut off all flattering lips, The tongue that speaketh great things;

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

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

5 Because of the misery of the poor, and because of the sighing of the needy, now will I arise, saith the Lord, I will set [them] in safety; I will speak [to them] thereof openly.

Because of the oppression of the poor, because of the sighing of the needy, Now will I arise, saith Jehovah; I will set him in the safety he panteth for.

6 The oracles of the Lord are pure oracles; as silver tried in the fire, proved [in] a furnace of earth, purified seven times.

The words of Jehovah are pure words; As silver tried in a furnace on the earth, Purified seven times.

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

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

8 The ungodly walk around: according to thy greatness thou has greatly exalted the sons of men.

The wicked walk on every side, When vileness is exalted among the sons of men.