Psalms 12

1 TO THE OVERSEER. ON THE EIGHTH. A PSALM OF DAVID. Save, YHWH, for the saintly has failed, For the steadfast have ceased From the sons 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 each speak vanity with his neighbor, Lip of flattery! With heart and heart they speak.

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

3 YHWH cuts off all lips of flattery, A tongue speaking great things,

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

4 Who said, “By our tongue we do mightily: Our lips [are] our own; who [is] lord over us?”

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

5 Because of the spoiling of the poor, Because of the groaning of the needy, Now I arise, says YHWH, I set in safety [him who] breathes for it.

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 Sayings of YHWH [are] pure sayings—Silver tried in a furnace of earth, refined sevenfold.

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

7 You, O YHWH, preserve them, You keep us from this generation for all time.

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

8 The wicked walk around continually, According as vileness is exalted by sons of men!

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