Psalms 12

1 To the Overseer, on the octave. — A Psalm of David. Save, Jehovah, for the saintly hath failed, For the stedfast have ceased From the sons of men:

Help, Jehovah, for the holy man ceases, for the faithful fail from among the sons of men.

2 Vanity they speak each with his neighbour, Lip of flattery! With heart and heart they speak.

They speak falsehood everyone with his neighbor. With flattering lip, and with a double heart, they speak.

3 Jehovah doth cut off all lips of flattery, A tongue speaking great things,

Jehovah will cut off all flattering lips, the tongue that speaks great things,

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

who have said, With our tongue will we prevail. Our lips are our own. Who is lord over us?

5 Because of the spoiling of the poor, Because of the groaning of the needy, Now do I arise, saith Jehovah, I set in safety [him who] doth breathe for it.

Because of the oppression of the poor, because of the sighing of the needy, now I will arise, says Jehovah. I will set him in the safety he gasps for.

6 Sayings of Jehovah [are] pure sayings; Silver tried in a furnace of earth refined sevenfold.

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

7 Thou, O Jehovah, dost preserve them, Thou keepest us from this generation to the age.

Thou will keep them, O Jehovah. Thou will preserve them from this generation forever.

8 Around the wicked walk continually, According as vileness is exalted by sons of men!

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