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Psalm 12

For the Music Director. According to The Sheminith. A Psalm of David.

Help, Lord, for the godly man comes to an end,
    for the faithful disappear from sons of men.
They speak empty words, each with his own neighbor;
    they speak with flattering lips and a double heart.

The Lord will cut off all flattering lips,
    and the tongue that speaks proud things,
who have said, “With our tongue will we prevail;
    our lips are in our control, who is master over us?”

“Because the poor are plundered,
    because the needy sigh,
now I will arise,” says the Lord;
    “I will place him in the safety for which he yearns.”
The words of the Lord are pure words;
    they are silver tried in an earthen furnace
    refined seven times.

You will keep them, O Lord;
    You will preserve them from this generation.
The wicked walk on every side,
    when the worthless of mankind are exalted.

The Faithful Have Vanished

To the choirmaster: according to The Sheminith.[a] A Psalm of David.

12 Save, O Lord, for (A)the godly one is gone;
    for the faithful have vanished from among the children of man.
Everyone (B)utters lies to his neighbor;
    with (C)flattering lips and (D)a double heart they speak.

May the Lord cut off all (E)flattering lips,
    the tongue that makes (F)great boasts,
those who say, “With our tongue we will prevail,
    our lips are with us; who is master over us?”

“Because (G)the poor are plundered, because the needy groan,
    (H)I will now arise,” says the Lord;
    “I will place him in the (I)safety for which he longs.”
(J)The words of the Lord are pure words,
    like silver refined in a furnace on the ground,
    purified seven times.

You, O Lord, will keep them;
    you will guard us[b] from this generation forever.
On every side the wicked prowl,
    as vileness is exalted among the children of man.

Footnotes

  1. Psalm 12:1 Probably a musical or liturgical term
  2. Psalm 12:7 Or guard him

Les paroles mensongères

12 Au chef de chœur, sur la harpe à huit cordes. Psaume de David.

Sauve-nous, Eternel, car il n’y a plus d’hommes loyaux!

Les fidèles disparaissent du milieu des hommes.

On se dit des mensonges les uns aux autres,

on a sur les lèvres des paroles flatteuses,

on parle avec un cœur double.

Que l’Eternel extermine toutes les lèvres flatteuses,

la langue qui parle avec arrogance,

ceux qui disent: «Nous sommes forts par notre langue,

nous avons nos lèvres avec nous.

Qui pourrait devenir notre maître?»

«Parce que les malheureux sont opprimés et que les pauvres gémissent,

maintenant, dit l’Eternel, je me lève,

j’apporte le salut à ceux qui soupirent après lui.»

Les paroles de l’Eternel sont des paroles pures,

un argent affiné dans un creuset en argile

et sept fois épuré.

Toi, Eternel, tu les garderas,

tu les préserveras pour toujours de ces gens.

Les méchants rôdent partout

quand la bassesse règne parmi les hommes.