Psa. 12
:1
12:1
Save, O Jehovah; for the faithful man is no more,
For the trustworthy have vanished from among the sons of men.
Psa. 12
:2
12:2
Each man speaks falsehood with his neighbor;
With flattering lips and a double heart they speak.
Psa. 12
:3
12:3
May Jehovah cut off all the flattering lips,
The
atongue speaking great things,
Psa. 12
:4
12:4
Those who said, With our tongue we will prevail;
Our lips are our own: Who is our lord?
Psa. 12
:5
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.
Psa. 12
:6
12:6
The words of Jehovah are
apure words,
Silver refined in a furnace on the earth,
Purified seven times.
Psa. 12
:7
12:7
You, O Jehovah, will keep them;
You will guard them from this generation forever.
Psa. 12
:8
12:8
The wicked go about all around,
While vileness is exalted among the sons of men.
