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.

Unto the end. For the octave. A Psalm of David. Save me, O Lord, because holiness has passed away, because truths have been diminished, before the sons of men.

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

They have been speaking emptiness, each one to his neighbor; they have been speaking with deceitful lips and a duplicitous heart.

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

May the Lord scatter all deceitful lips, along with the tongue that speaks malice.

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

They have said: “We will magnify our tongue; our lips belong to us. What is Lord to us?”

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

Because of the misery of the destitute and the groaning of the poor, now I will arise, says the Lord. I will place him in safety. I will act faithfully toward him.

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 eloquence of the Lord is pure eloquence, silver tested by fire, purged from the earth, refined seven times.

7 You, O Lord, shall keep us, and shall preserve us, from this generation, and for ever.

You, O Lord, will preserve us, and you will guard us from this generation into eternity.

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

The impious wander aimlessly. According to your loftiness, you have multiplied the sons of men.