Psm12:1 To 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:
Psm12:2 Vanity they speak each with his neighbour, Lip of flattery! With heart and heart they speak.
Psm12:3 Jehovah doth cut off all lips of flattery, A tongue speaking great things,
Psm12:4 Who said, `By our tongue we do mightily: Our lips [are] our own; who [is] lord over us?'
Psm12:5 Because of the spoiling of the poor, Because of the groaning of the needy, Now do I arise, saith Jehovah, I set in safety [him who] doth breathe for it.
Psm12:6 Sayings of Jehovah [are] pure sayings; Silver tried in a furnace of earth refined sevenfold.
Psm12:7 Thou, O Jehovah, dost preserve them, Thou keepest us from this generation to the age.
Psm12:8 Around the wicked walk continually, According as vileness is exalted by sons of men!
Psm12:9 To the Overseer. -- A Psalm of David. Till when, O Jehovah, Dost Thou forget me? -- for ever? Till when dost Thou hide Thy face from me?