Psalms 12 — YLT

12Verse 1To the Overseer, on the octave. — A Psalm of David. Save, Jehovah, for the saintly hath failed, For the stedfast have ceased From the sons of men:^{Verse 2}Vanity they speak each with his neighbour, Lip of flattery! With heart and heart they speak.^{Verse 3}Jehovah doth cut off all lips of flattery, A tongue speaking great things,^{Verse 4}Who said, 'By our tongue we do mightily: Our lips [are] our own; who [is] lord over us?'^{Verse 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.^{Verse 6}Sayings of Jehovah [are] pure sayings; Silver tried in a furnace of earth refined sevenfold.^{Verse 7}Thou, O Jehovah, dost preserve them, Thou keepest us from this generation to the age.^{Verse 8}Around the wicked walk continually, According as vileness is exalted by sons of men!