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.

For the Leader; on the Sheminith. A Psalm of David. Help, LORD; for the godly man ceaseth; for the faithful fail 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 speak falsehood every one with his neighbour; with flattering lip, and with a double heart, do they speak.

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

May the LORD cut off all flattering lips, the tongue that speaketh proud things!

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

Who have said: 'Our tongue will we make mighty; our lips are with us: who is lord over us?'

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!

'For the oppression 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.'

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

The words of the LORD are pure words, as silver tried in a crucible on the earth, refined seven times.

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

Thou wilt keep them, O LORD; Thou wilt preserve us from this generation for ever.

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

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