Psalms 12

1 O save Yahweh, for the man of lovingkindness, is no more, for the faithful, have vanished, from among the sons of men. 2 Deception, speak they, every one with his neighbour,––with lips uttering smooth things––with a heart and a heart, do they speak. 3 May Yahweh cut off All the lips that utter smooth things,––the tongue that speaketh swelling words; 4 Them who say––With our tongue, will we prevail, our lips, are our own, who is our master? 5 Because of violence done to the poor, because of the crying of the needy, Now, will I arise! O may Yahweh say,––I will place [him] in safety––let him puff at him! 6 The words of Yahweh, are words, that are pure, silver refined in a crucible of earth, purified seven times! 7 Thou, O Yahweh, wilt keep them,––Thou wilt guard him, from this generation unto times age–abiding. 8 On every side, the lawless, march about,––when worthlessness is exalted by the sons of men.