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:

1Help, Lord; for the godly man ceaseth; for the faithful fail from among the children of men.

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

2They speak vanity every one with his neighbour: with flattering lips and with a double heart do they speak.

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

3The Lord shall cut off all flattering lips, and 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?'

4Who 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.

5For the oppression of the poor, for the sighing of the needy, now will I arise, saith the Lord; I will set him in safety from him that puffeth at him.

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

6The words of the Lord are pure words: as silver tried in a furnace of earth, purified seven times.

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

7Thou shalt keep them, O Lord, thou shalt preserve them from this generation for ever.

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

8The wicked walk on every side, when the vilest men are exalted.