12:1 For the director of music. According to sheminith. A psalm of David. Help, LORD, for the godly are no more; the faithful have vanished from among men.
12:2 Everyone lies to his neighbor; their flattering lips speak with deception.
12:3 May the LORD cut off all flattering lips and every boastful tongue
12:4 that says, “We will triumph with our tongues; we own our lips–who is our master?”
12:5 “Because of the oppression of the weak and the groaning of the needy, I will now arise,” says the LORD. “I will protect them from those who malign them.”
12:6 And the words of the LORD are flawless, like silver refined in a furnace of clay, purified seven times.
12:7 O LORD, you will keep us safe and protect us from such people forever.
12:8 The wicked freely strut about when what is vile is honored among men.
12:1 Save, O Jehovah; for the faithful man is no more, / For the trustworthy have vanished from among the sons of men.
12:2 Each man speaks falsehood with his neighbor; / With flattering lips and a double heart they speak.
12:3 May Jehovah cut off all the flattering lips, / The tongue speaking great things,
12:4 Those who said, With our tongue we will prevail; / Our lips are our own: Who is our lord?
12:5 Because of the devastation of the poor, because of the sighing of the needy, / I will now arise, says Jehovah; / I will set him in the safety that he longs for.
12:6 The words of Jehovah are pure words, / Silver refined in a furnace on the earth, / Purified seven times.
12:7 You, O Jehovah, will keep them; / You will guard them from this generation forever.
12:8 The wicked go about all around, / While vileness is exalted among the sons of men.