Zsoltárok 12

1TO THE OVERSEER. ON THE EIGHTH. A PSALM OF DAVID. Save, YHWH, for the saintly has failed, || For the steadfast have ceased || From the sons of men: 2They each speak vanity with his neighbor, || Lip of flattery! With heart and heart they speak. 3YHWH cuts off all lips of flattery, || A tongue speaking great things, 4Who said, “By our tongue we do mightily: Our lips [are] our own; who [is] lord over us?” 5Because of the spoiling of the poor, || Because of the groaning of the needy, || Now I arise, says YHWH, || I set in safety [him who] breathes for it. 6Sayings of YHWH [are] pure sayings—Silver tried in a furnace of earth, refined sevenfold. 7You, O YHWH, preserve them, || You keep us from this generation for all time.