Psalms 12

To the director; for the eighth; a psalm to David.

12:1Deliver me, O lord! for the sacred one has failed; for the ones in truths were lessened from the sons of men.

12:2Each spoke vanity to his neighbor. Deceitful lips are in the heart, and by the heart he spoke evils.

12:3Let the lord utterly destroy all the deceitful lips, and lofty speaking tongues!

12:4the ones having said, We will magnify our tongues; our lips are for us; who is our lord?

12:5Because of the misery of the poor, and the moaning of the needy, now I will arise, says the lord, I will establish by deliverance, I will speak openly by him.

12:6The oracles of the lord are pure oracles; as silver tried in fire, proved in the earth, being purified seven-fold.

12:7You, O lord, shall guard us, and you shall carefully keep us from this generation, and into the eon.

12:8The impious walk round about. According to your stature you took great care of the sons of men.