Psalm 12 - Tree of Life Version Tree of Life Version
Psalm 12

¹ For the music director, on the eight-string lyre, a psalm of David.

² Help, Adonai! For no one godly exists. For the faithful have vanished from the children of men.

³ Everyone tells a lie to his neighbor, talking with flattering lips and a divided heart.

⁴ May Adonai cut off all flattering lips— a tongue bragging big things.

⁵ They say: “With our tongue we’ll prevail. We own our lips—who can master us?”

⁶ “Because of the oppression of the poor, because of the groaning of the needy, now will I arise,” says Adonai. “I will put him in the safe place— he pants for it.”

⁷ The words of Adonai are pure words— like silver refined in an earthly crucible, purified seven times.

⁸ You will keep us safe, Adonai. You will protect us from this generation forever.

⁹ The wicked strut all around, while vileness is exalted by mankind.