David, destitute of human comfort, craveth help from God.
Psalms 12:1 Unto the end: for the octave, a psalm for David. Save me, O Lord, for there is now no saint: truths are decayed from among the children of men. Psalms 12:2 They have spoken vain things, every one to his neighbour: with deceitful lips, and with a double heart have they spoken.
He comforteth himself with God's judgments on the wicked, and confidence in God's tried promises.
Psalms 12:3 May the Lord destroy all deceitful lips, and the tongue that speaketh proud things. Psalms 12:4 Who have said: We will magnify our tongue: our lips are our own: who is Lord over us? Psalms 12:5 By reason of the misery of the needy, and the groans of the poor, now will I arise, saith the Lord. I will set him in safety: I will deal confidently in his regard. Psalms 12:6 The words of the Lord are pure words: as silver tried by the fire, purged from the earth, refined seven times. Psalms 12:7 Thou, O Lord, wilt preserve us: and keep us from this generation for ever. Psalms 12:8 The wicked walk round about: according to thy highness, thou hast multiplied the children of men.