Psalms 12

1 For the Chief Musician; set to the Sheminith. A Psalm of David. Help, LORD; for the godly man ceaseth; for the faithful fail 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 speak vanity every one with his neighbour: with flattering lip, and with a double heart, do 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 The LORD shall cut off all flattering lips, the tongue that speaketh great things:

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

4 Who have said, with our tongue will we prevail; 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 For the spoiling of the poor, for the sighing of the needy, now will I arise, saith the LORD; I will set him in safety at whom they puff.

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 words of the LORD are pure words; as silver tried in a furnace on the earth, purified seven times.

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

7 Thou shalt keep them, O LORD, thou shalt preserve them from this generation for ever.

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

8 The wicked walk on every side, when vileness is exalted among the sons of men.

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