12:1 To 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:
12:2 Vanity they speak each with his neighbour, Lip of flattery! With heart and heart they speak.
12:4 Who said, `By our tongue we do mightily: Our lips [are] our own; who [is] lord over us?'
12:5 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.