Psalms 12
1
To the victor, upon the sheminith1; a psalm of◦ David.
Save, O Jehovah, for the merciful one has come··to··an··end;For the faithful fail◦ from the sons of man.
2
They speak vanity, a man◦ with◦ his companion;With a flattering lip, with one heart and a second heart they speak.
3
Jehovah will cut··off all flattering lips,The tongue that speaks great things;
4
Who say, As··to our tongue we will prevail;Our lips are with◦ us; who is lord to us?
5
From the devastation of the afflicted,From the groaning◦ of the needy,Now will I arise, says Jehovah;I will set◦ him in safety from him who puffs2 at him.
6
The sayings of Jehovah are clean sayings;Silver refined in a crucible of◦ earth, refined◦ sevenfold.
7
Thou◦, O Jehovah, wilt keep them,Thou wilt preserve him from this generation to eternity;
8
The wicked walk all around,As worthlessness is exalted for the sons of man.
1a musical instrument (see AC 8337:5) with eight strings
2“puffs,” i.e., “scoffs”