Chapter 12

To the Overseer, on the octave. -- A Psalm of David.

1

Save, Jehovah, for the saintly hath failed, For the stedfast have ceased From the sons of men:

2

Vanity they speak each with his neighbour, Lip of flattery! With heart and heart they speak.

3

Jehovah doth cut off all lips of flattery, A tongue speaking great things,

4

Who said, 'By our tongue we do mightily: Our lips are our own; who is lord over us?'

5

Because of the spoiling of the poor, Because of the groaning of the needy, Now do I arise, saith Jehovah, I set in safety him who doth breathe for it.

6

Sayings of Jehovah are pure sayings; Silver tried in a furnace of earth refined sevenfold.

7

Thou, O Jehovah, dost preserve them, Thou keepest us from this generation to the age.

8

Around the wicked walk continually, According as vileness is exalted by sons of men!