Psalms 12

1 To him that excelleth upon the eight tune. A Psalme of Dauid. Helpe Lord, for there is not a godly man left: for the faithfull are fayled from among the children of men.

To the Chief Musician. On the Octave. A Melody of David. O save Yahweh, for the man of lovingkindness, is no more, for the faithful, have vanished, from among the sons of men.

2 They speake deceitfully euery one with his neighbour, flattering with their lips, and speake with a double heart.

Deception, speak they, every one with his neighbour, —with lips uttering smooth things—with a heart and a heart, do they speak.

3 The Lord cut off all flattering lippes, and the tongue that speaketh proude things:

May Yahweh cut off All the lips that utter smooth things, —the tongue that speaketh swelling words;

4 Which haue saide, With our tongue will we preuaile: our lippes are our owne: who is Lord ouer vs?

Them who say—With our tongue, will we prevail, our lips, are our own, who is our master?

5 Now for the oppression of the needy, and for the sighes of the poore, I will vp, sayeth the Lord, and will set at libertie him, whom the wicked hath snared.

Because of violence done to the poor, because of the crying of the needy, Now, will I arise! O may Yahweh say, —I will place [him] in safety—let him puff at him!

6 The wordes of the Lord are pure wordes, as the siluer, tried in a fornace of earth, fined seuen folde.

The words of Yahweh, are words, that are pure, silver refined in a crucible of earth, purified seven times!

7 Thou wilt keepe them, O Lord: thou wilt preserue him from this generation for euer.

Thou, O Yahweh, wilt keep them, —Thou wilt guard him, from this generation unto times age-abiding.

8 The wicked walke on euery side: when they are exalted, it is a shame for the sonnes of men.

On every side, the lawless, march about, —when worthlessness is exalted by the sons of men.