12 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:

² Vanity they speak each with his neighbour, Lip of flattery! With heart and heart they speak.

³ Jehovah doth cut off all lips of flattery, A tongue speaking great things,

⁴ Who said, `By our tongue we do mightily: Our lips [are] our own; who [is] lord over us?'

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.

⁶ Sayings of Jehovah [are] pure sayings; Silver tried in a furnace of earth refined sevenfold.

⁷ Thou, O Jehovah, dost preserve them, Thou keepest us from this generation to the age.

⁸ Around the wicked walk continually, According as vileness is exalted by sons of men!

13 To the Overseer. -- A Psalm of David. Till when, O Jehovah, Dost Thou forget me? -- for ever? Till when dost Thou hide Thy face from me?

² Till when do I set counsels in my soul? Sorrow inn my heart daily? Till when is mine enemy exalted over me?

³ Look attentively; Answer me, O Jehovah, my God, Enlighten mine eyes, lest I sleep in death,

⁴ Lest mine enemy say, `I overcame him,' Mine adversaries joy when I am moved.

⁵ And I, in Thy kindness I have trusted, Rejoice doth my heart in Thy salvation.

⁶ I do sing to Jehovah, For He hath conferred benefits upon me!