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.

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

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

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

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

4 Who have said: We will magnify our tongue; our lips are our own; 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 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.

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 pure words: as silver tried by the fire, purged from the earth refined seven times.

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

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

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

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

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