1902 Rotherham's Emphasized Bible (EBR)

Psalms 12

1 David, destitute of human comfort, craveth help from God. 3 He comforteth himself with God's judgments on the wicked, and confidence in God's tried promises.

 12:1 ¶ [[To the Chief Musician. On the Octave. A Melody of David.]] O save Yahweh, for the man of lovingkindness, is no more, for the faithful, have vanished, from among the sons of men.

 12:2 Deception, speak they, every one with his neighbour,—with lips uttering smooth things—with a heart and a heart, do they speak.

 12:3 May Yahweh cut off All the lips that utter smooth things,—the tongue that speaketh swelling words;

 12:4 Them who say—With our tongue, will we prevail, our lips, are our own, who is our master?

 12:5 Because of violence done to the poor, because of the crying of the needy, Now, will I arise! O may Yahweh say,—I will place [him] in safety—let him puff at him!

 12:6 The words of Yahweh, are words, that are pure, silver refined in a crucible of earth, purified seven times!

 12:7 Thou, O Yahweh, wilt keep them,—Thou wilt guard him, from this generation unto times age-abiding.

 12:8 On every side, the lawless, march about,—when worthlessness is exalted by the sons of men.