12:1 Help, Yahweh; for the godly man ceases. For the faithful fail from among the children of men.
12:2 Everyone lies to his neighbor. With flattering lips, and with a double heart, do they speak.
12:3 May Yahweh cut off all flattering lips, And the tongue that boasts,
12:4 Who have said, "With our tongue will we prevail. Our lips are our own. Who is lord over us?"
12:5 Because of the oppression of the weak and because of the groaning of the needy, I will now arise," says Yahweh; "I will set him in safety from those who malign him."
12:6 The words of Yahweh are flawless words, As silver refined in a clay furnace, purified seven times.
12:7 You will keep them, Yahweh, You will preserve them from this generation forever.
12:8 The wicked walk on every side, When what is vile is exalted among the sons of men. Psalm 13 For the Chief Musician. A Psalm by David.