Psalm 12:1-8
To the director on the lower octave.*+ A melody of David.
12 Do save [me],*+ O Jehovah, for the loyal one has come to an end;+For faithful people have vanished from the sons of men.
2 Untruth they keep speaking one to the other;+With a smooth lip+ they keep speaking even with a double heart.*+
3 Jehovah will cut off all smooth lips,The tongue speaking great things,+
4 Those who have said: “With our tongue we shall prevail.+Our lips are with us. Who will be a master to us?”
5 “Because of the despoiling of the afflicted ones, because of the sighing of the poor ones,+I shall at this time arise,” says Jehovah.+“I shall put [him] in safety from anyone that puffs at him.”+
6 The sayings of Jehovah are pure sayings,+As silver refined in a smelting furnace* of earth, clarified seven times.
7 You yourself, O Jehovah, will guard them;+You will preserve each one from this generation to time indefinite.
8 The wicked ones walk all around,Because vileness is exalted among the sons of men.+
Footnotes
^ “On the lower octave.” Heb., ʽal-hash·shemi·nithʹ. See 6:Sup ftn.
^ “Me,” LXXVg; MSy omit.
^ Lit., “with a heart and a heart.”
^ “A smelting furnace,” T. Possibly, “an entrance.” The meaning is uncertain.
