Psalms 12

1 For the chief musician; set to the Sheminith. A psalm of David. Help, Yahweh, for the godly have disappeared; the faithful have vanished.

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 Everyone says empty words to his neighbor; everyone speaks with flattering lips and 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 Yahweh, cut off all flattering lips, every tongue declaring great things.

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

4 These are those who have said, “With our tongues will we prevail. When our lips speak, who can be master over us?”

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

5 “Because of violence against the poor, because of the groans of the needy, I will arise,” says Yahweh. “I will provide the safety for which they long.”

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 Yahweh are pure words, like silver purified in a furnace on the earth, refined seven times.

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

7 You are Yahweh! You keep them. You preserve the godly people from this wicked generation and forever.

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 evil is exalted among the children of mankind.

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