Psalm 12 - Y'all Version Bible

For the music director, on an eight-stringed lyre. A Psalm of David.

¹ Help, YHWH! For the faithful have come to an end. For the faithful have vanished from the children of humankind.

² Everyone lies to their neighbor. They speak with flattering lips and with a duplicitous heart-heart.

³ May YHWH cut off all flattering lips, and the tongue that boasts,

⁴ those who say, “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 the groaning of the needy, I will now arise,” says YHWH. “I will provide the safety they desire.”

⁶ The words of YHWH are flawless words, like silver refined in a crucible, purified seven times.

⁷ You will protect them, YHWH. You will preserve them from this generation forever.

⁸ The wicked walk on every side, when what is vile is exalted among the children of humanity.