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; upon an eight-stringed lyre. A Psalm of David.] Help, Jehovah; for the faithful ceases. For the loyal have vanished from among the descendants of Adam.

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

Everyone lies to his neighbor. They speak with flattering lips, and with a double heart.

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

May Jehovah cut off all flattering lips, and the tongue that boasts,

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 we will 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 weak and because of the groaning of the needy, I will now arise," says Jehovah; "I will place in safety the one who longs for it."

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 flawless words, as silver refined in a clay furnace, purified seven times.

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

You, Jehovah, will protect us. You will guard us from this generation forever.

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

The wicked walk on every side, when what is vile is exalted among the descendants of Adam.