Psalms 12

1 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.

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

5 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!

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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