Ps.12.1

Quick, GOD, I need your helping hand! The last decent person just went down, All the friends I depended on gone.

Ps.12.1

Help, LORD, for the godly are no more; the faithful have vanished from among men.

Ps.12.1

Help, LORD, for the godly man ceases! For the faithful disappear from among the sons of men.

Ps.12.1

Help, O LORD, for the godly are fast disappearing! The faithful have vanished from the earth!

Ps.12.2

Everyone talks in lie language; Lies slide off their oily lips. They doubletalk with forked tongues.

Ps.12.2

Everyone lies to his neighbor; their flattering lips speak with deception.

Ps.12.2

They speak idly everyone with his neighbor; With flattering lips and a double heart they speak.

Ps.12.2

Neighbors lie to each other, speaking with flattering lips and insincere hearts.

Ps.12.3

Slice their lips off their faces! Pull The braggart tongues from their mouths!

Ps.12.3

May the LORD cut off all flattering lips and every boastful tongue

Ps.12.3

May the LORD cut off all flattering lips, And the tongue that speaks proud things,

Ps.12.3

May the LORD bring their flattery to an end and silence their proud tongues.

Ps.12.4

I'm tired of hearing, "We can talk anyone into anything! Our lips manage the world."

Ps.12.4

that says, "We will triumph with our tongues; we own our lips -who is our master?"

Ps.12.4

Who have said, "With our tongue we will prevail; Our lips are our own; Who is lord over us?"

Ps.12.4

They say, "We will lie to our hearts' content. Our lips are our own--who can stop us?"

Ps.12.5

Into the hovels of the poor, Into the dark streets where the homeless groan, God speaks: "I've had enough; I'm on my way To heal the ache in the heart of the wretched."

Ps.12.5

"Because of the oppression of the weak and the groaning of the needy, I will now arise," says the LORD. "I will protect them from those who malign them."

Ps.12.5

"For the oppression of the poor, for the sighing of the needy, Now I will arise," says the LORD; "I will set him in the safety for which he yearns."

Ps.12.5

The LORD replies, "I have seen violence done to the helpless, and I have heard the groans of the poor. Now I will rise up to rescue them, as they have longed for me to do."

Ps.12.6

God's words are pure words, Pure silver words refined seven times In the fires of his word--kiln, Pure on earth as well as in heaven.

Ps.12.6

And the words of the LORD are flawless, like silver refined in a furnace of clay, purified seven times.

Ps.12.6

The words of the LORD are pure words, Like silver tried in a furnace of earth, Purified seven times.

Ps.12.6

The LORD's promises are pure, like silver refined in a furnace, purified seven times over.

Ps.12.7

GOD, keep us safe from their lies, From the wicked who stalk us with lies,

Ps.12.7

O LORD, you will keep us safe and protect us from such people forever.

Ps.12.7

You shall keep them, O LORD, You shall preserve them from this generation forever.

Ps.12.7

Therefore, LORD, we know you will protect the oppressed, preserving them forever from this lying generation,

Ps.12.8

From the wicked who collect honors For their wonderful lies.

Ps.12.8

The wicked freely strut about when what is vile is honored among men.

Ps.12.8

The wicked prowl on every side, When vileness is exalted among the sons of men.

Ps.12.8

even though the wicked strut about, and evil is praised throughout the land.