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.

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 Every one has spoken vanity to his neighbor: their lips are deceitful, they have spoken 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 Let the Lord destroy all the deceitful lips, and the tongue that speaks great words:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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