Psalms 12

¹ o save, O Yahweh, for the benign one has reached an end, For the faithful ones have disappeared from the sons of humanity; ² They speak hypocrisy, each one with his associate; With a lip of slick words, with a double-minded heart they speak. ³ May Yahweh cut off all lips of slick words, The tongue speaking great things. ⁴ Who say, With our tongue we shall have mastery; Our lips are our own; who is lord over us? ⁵ Because of the devastation of the humbled, Because of the groaning of the needy, Now I shall arise, says Yahweh; I shall set him in safety; I shall shine forth for him. ⁶ The words of Yahweh are clean words, Silver refined in a kiln, Fine gold cupelled seven times. ⁷ You, O Yahweh, You shall guard them; You shall preserve us from this generation for the eon. 8 The wicked walk round about, As the squanderings of the sons of humanity are exalted.