The In-Dept Study of the Bible
Psalms 012
For the Chief Musician; upon an eightstringed lyre. A Psalm of David.
1 Help, Yahweh; for the godly man ceases.
For the faithful fail from among the
children of men.
2 Everyone lies to his neighbor.
They speak with flattering lips, and
with a double heart.
3 May Yahweh cut off all flattering lips,
and the tongue that boasts,
4 who have said, “With our tongue we will
prevail. Our lips are our own. Who is lord over us?”
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.”
6 Yahweh’s words are flawless words,
as silver refined in a clay furnace, purified seven times.
7 You will keep them, Yahweh.
You will preserve them from this generation forever.
8 The wicked walk on every side,
when whatis vile is exalted among the
sons of men.