Psalm 12 - 13

For the choir director. According to the Sheminith. A Psalm of David.

Save, O Yahweh, for the holy man ceases to be,

For the faithful disappear from among the sons of men.

They speak worthlessness to one another;

With a flattering lip and with a double heart they speak.

May Yahweh cut off all flattering lips,

The tongue that speaks great things;

Who have said, “With our tongue we will prevail;

Our lips are our own; who is lord over us?”

“Because of the devastation of the afflicted, because of the groaning of the needy,

Now I will arise,” says Yahweh; “I will set him in the safety for which he longs.”

The words of Yahweh are pure words;

As silver tried in a furnace on the ground, refined seven times.

You, O Yahweh, will keep them;

You will guard him from this generation forever.

The wicked strut about on every side

When vileness is exalted among the sons of men.

For the choir director. A Psalm of David.

How long, O Yahweh? Will You forget me forever?

How long will You hide Your face from me?

How long shall I take counsel in my soul,

Having sorrow in my heart all the day?

How long will my enemy be exalted over me?

Look and answer me, O Yahweh my God;

Give light to my eyes, lest I sleep the sleep of death,

Lest my enemy says, “I have overcome him,”

And my adversaries rejoice that I am shaken.

But I have trusted in Your lovingkindness;

My heart shall rejoice in Your salvation.

I will sing to Yahweh,

Because He has dealt bountifully with me.