Psalms 12

¹For the music director; on the Sheminith. A psalm of David. Save, O Yahweh, for the pious have ceased to be; for the faithful have vanished from among the children of humankind. ²They speak falseness ⌞to each other⌟. With flattering lips, with ⌞a double heart⌟ they speak. ³May Yahweh cut off all flattering lips, the tongue speaking great boasts— ⁴those who say, “With our tongue we will prevail. Our lips are on our side. Who is master over us?” ⁵“Because of the oppression of the afflicted, because of the groaning of the poor, now I will rise up,” Yahweh says. “I shall put them in the safety for which they long.” ⁶The words of Yahweh are pure words like silver refined in the crucible on the ground, refined seven times. ⁷You, O Yahweh, will protect them. You will preserve him from this generation always. ⁸The wicked prowl about when vileness is exalted among the children of humankind.