Psalm 11:1–12:8

¹To the Overseer.—By David. In Jehovah I trusted, how say ye to my soul, ‘They moved to Thy mountain for the bird?

²For lo, the wicked tread a bow, They have prepared their arrow on the string, To shoot in darkness at the upright in heart.

³When the foundations are destroyed, The righteous—what hath he done?

⁴‘Jehovah is in his holy temple: Jehovah—in the heavens is His throne. His eyes see—His eyelids try the sons of men.

⁵Jehovah the righteous doth try. And the wicked and the lover of violence, Hath His soul hated,

⁶He poureth on the wicked snares, fire, and brimstone, And a horrible wind is the portion of their cup.

⁷For righteous is Jehovah, Righteousness He hath loved, The upright doth His countenance see!’

Psalm 12

¹To 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:

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

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

⁴Who said, ‘By our tongue we do mightily: Our lips are our own; who is lord over us?’

⁵Because 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.

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

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

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

Psalm 13