Psalm 12

To the chief singer, on lyre. A psalm of Dawiḏ

1  Save, יהוה, for the kind one is no more! For the trustworthy have ceased from among the sons of men.

2  They speak falsehood with each other; Flattering lips, and a double heart they speak.

3  יהוה cuts off all flattering lips, A tongue that speaks swelling words,

4  Who said, "With our tongue we do mightily; Our lips are our own; Who is master over us?"

5  "Because of the oppression of the poor, because of the sighing of the needy, I now arise," says יהוה, "I place in safety - he pants for it."

6  The Words of יהוה are clean Words, Silver tried in a furnace of earth, Refined seven times. 

7  You guard them, O יהוה, You preserve them from this generation forever.

8  The wicked walk around on every side, When worthlessness is exalted among the sons of men.