Psalm 12:1-8
To the director; tuned to Shemʹi·nith.* A melody of David.
12 Save me, O Jehovah, for the loyal one is no more;Faithful people have vanished from among men.
2 They speak lies to one another;They flatter with their lips* and speak with deceitful hearts.*+
3 Jehovah will cut off all flattering lipsAnd the tongue that makes great boasts,+
4 Those who say: “We will prevail with our tongues.
We use our lips as we please;Who will be our master?”+
5 “Because the afflicted are oppressed,Because of the sighing of the poor,+I will rise up to act,” says Jehovah.
“I will save them from those who treat them with contempt.”*
6 The sayings of Jehovah are pure;+They are like silver refined in an earthen furnace,* purified seven times.
7 You will guard them, O Jehovah;+You will protect each one of them from this generation forever.
8 The wicked walk around unrestrainedBecause the sons of men promote depravity.+
Footnotes
^ Lit., “speak with a smooth lip.”
^ Lit., “with a heart and a heart.”
^ Or “puff at them.”
^ Or possibly, “a smelting furnace set on the ground.”