Psalms 12

1To 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:

1 Save, Jehovah, for thegodly man is gone; for the faithful have failed from among the children of men.

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

2 They speak falsehood every one with his neighbour: [with] flattering lip, with a double heart, do they speak.

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

3 Jehovah will cut off all flattering lips, the tongue that speaketh proud things,

4Who said, `By our tongue we do mightily: Our lips <FI>are<Fi> our own; who <FI>is<Fi> lord over us?'

4 Who have said, With our tongue will we prevail, our lips are our own: who [is] lord over us?

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

5 Because of the oppression of the afflicted, because of the sighing of the needy, now will I arise, saith Jehovah, I will set [him] in safety, at whom they puff.

6Sayings of Jehovah <FI>are<Fi> pure sayings; Silver tried in a furnace of earth refined sevenfold.

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

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

7 Thou, Jehovah, wilt keep them, thou wilt preserve them from this generation for ever.

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

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