Psalms 12 in plain modern English. New Ground English Translation.

Help, Yahweh — because no one loyal is left. The faithful have vanished from the human race.

Everyone lies to their neighbor — smooth lips, two-faced hearts.

May Yahweh cut off every smooth-talking mouth, every tongue that makes grand claims —

those who say, "Our tongues are our power — with lips like ours, who could ever be our master?"

"Because the poor are being crushed, because the needy are groaning, I will rise up now," says Yahweh. "I will put them in the safety they are gasping for."

The words of Yahweh are pure words — like silver refined in a furnace on the ground, purified seven times over.

You, Yahweh — you will guard them. You will protect us from this generation forever.

The wicked strut around on every side when what is vile is celebrated by the human race.