תהילים י״בPsalms 12

For the leader; on the sheminith. A psalm of David.

Help, O ETERNAL One!
For the faithful are no more;
the loyal have vanished from among mortals.

People speak lies to one another;
their speech is smooth;
they talk with duplicity.

May GOD cut off all flattering lips,
every tongue that speaks arrogance.

They say, “By our tongues we shall prevail;
with lips such as ours, who can be our master?”

“Because of the groans of the plundered poor and needy,
I will now act,” says GOD.
“I will give help,” [God] affirms to them.

GOD’s words are pure words,
silver purged in an earthen crucible,
refined sevenfold.

You, O ETERNAL One, will keep them,
guarding each from this age evermore.

On every side the wicked roam
when baseness is exalted among mortals.