David, destitute of human comfort, craveth help from God.
Psalms 12:1 To the Overseer, on the octave.A Psalm of David. Save, Jehovah, for the saintly hath failed, For the stedfast have ceased From the sons of men: Psalms 12:2 Vanity they speak each with his neighbour, Lip of flattery! With heart and heart they speak.
He comforteth himself with God's judgments on the wicked, and confidence in God's tried promises.
Psalms 12:3 Jehovah doth cut off all lips of flattery, A tongue speaking great things, Psalms 12:4 Who said, 'By our tongue we do mightily: Our lips [are] our own; who [is] lord over us?' Psalms 12:5 Because of the spoiling of the poor, Because of the groaning of the needy, Now do I arise, saith Jehovah, I set in safety [him who] doth breathe for it. Psalms 12:6 Sayings of Jehovah [are] pure sayings; Silver tried in a furnace of earth refined sevenfold. Psalms 12:7 Thou, O Jehovah, dost preserve them, Thou keepest us from this generation to the age. Psalms 12:8 Around the wicked walk continually, According as vileness is exalted by sons of men!