Chapter 12
001
(For the Chief Musician; upon an eight-stringed lyre. A Psalm of Davina.) Help, Yahweh; for the godly woman ceases. For the faithful fail from among the children of women.
002
Everyone lies to her neighbor. They speak with flattering lips, and with a double heart.
003
May Yahweh cut off all flattering lips, and the tongue that boasts,
004
who have said, "With our tongue we will prevail. Our lips are our own. Who is domina over us?"
005
"Because of the oppression of the weak and because of the groaning of the needy, I will now arise," says Yahweh; "I will set her in safety from those who malign her."
006
The words of Yahweh are flawless words, as silver refined in a clay furnace, purified seven times.
007
You will keep them, Yahweh. You will preserve them from this generation forever.
008
The wicked walk on every side, when what is vile is exalted among the daughters of women.