Psalms 12:1-7 ▼

1 For the choir director. According to the Sheminith. A Psalm of David. Save, O Yahweh, for the holy man ceases to be, For the faithful disappear from among the sons of men.

2 They speak worthlessness to one another; With a flattering lip and with a double heart they speak.

3 May Yahweh cut off all flattering lips, The tongue that speaks great things;

4 Who have said, “With our tongue we will prevail; Our lips are our own; who is lord over us?”

5 “Because of the devastation of the afflicted, because of the groaning of the needy, Now I will arise,” says Yahweh; “I will set him in the safety for which he longs.”

6 The words of Yahweh are pure words; As silver tried in a furnace on the ground, refined seven times.

7 You, O Yahweh, will keep them; You will guard him from this generation forever.