Psalms Chapter[BR] 12

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:

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

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

Psalms Chapter[BR] 12

4 Who said, `By our tongue we do mightily: Our lips *are our own; who is lord over us?`

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.

Psalms Chapter[BR] 12

6 Sayings of Jehovah *are pure sayings; Silver tried in a furnace of earth refined sevenfold.

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

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