Psalms 12

1 Unto the end; for the octave, a psalm for David. Save me, O Lord, for there is now no saint: truths are decayed from among the children of men.

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.

2 They have spoken vain things every one to his neighbour: with deceitful lips, and with a double heart have they spoken.

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

3 May the Lord destroy all deceitful lips, and the tongue that speaketh proud things.

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

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

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

5 By reason of the misery of the needy, and the groans of the poor, now will I arise, saith the Lord. I win set him in safety; I will deal confidently in his regard.

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.

6 The words of the Lord are pure words: as silver tried by the fire, purged from the earth refined seven times.

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

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

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

8 The wicked walk round about: according to thy highness, thou best multiplied the children of men.

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