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:
Psalms 12 : 2 (YLT)
Vanity they speak each with his neighbour, Lip of flattery! With heart and heart they speak.
Psalms 12 : 3 (YLT)
Jehovah doth cut off all lips of flattery, A tongue speaking great things,
Psalms 12 : 4 (YLT)
Who said, `By our tongue we do mightily: Our lips [are] our own; who [is] lord over us?`
Psalms 12 : 5 (YLT)
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 12 : 6 (YLT)
Sayings of Jehovah [are] pure sayings; Silver tried in a furnace of earth refined sevenfold.
Psalms 12 : 7 (YLT)
Thou, O Jehovah, dost preserve them, Thou keepest us from this generation to the age.
Psalms 12 : 8 (YLT)
Around the wicked walk continually, According as vileness is exalted by sons of men!