To the director; tuned to Shemʹi·nith. A melody of David.
12 Save me, O Ahv'ah {Heb. Yahvah}, for the loyal one is no more;
Faithful people have vanished from among men.
2 They speak lies to one another;
They flatter with their lips and speak with deceitful hearts.
3 Ahv'ah {Heb. Yahvah} will cut off all flattering lips
And the tongue that makes great boasts,
4 Those who say: “We will prevail with our tongues.
We use our lips as we please;
Who will be our master?”
5 “Because the afflicted are oppressed,
Because of the sighing of the poor,
I will rise up to act,” says Ahv'ah {Heb. Yahvah}.
“I will save them from those who treat them with contempt.”
6 The sayings of Ahv'ah {Heb. Yahvah} are pure;
They are like silver refined in an earthen furnace, purified seven times.
7 You will guard them, O Ahv'ah {Heb. Yahvah};
You will protect each one of them from this generation forever.
8 The wicked walk around unrestrained
Because the sons of men promote depravity.