The Message

Psalm 12

A David Psalm

11-2 Quick, God, I need your helping hand!
The last decent person just went down,
All the friends I depended on gone.
Everyone talks in lie language;
Lies slide off their oily lips.
They doubletalk with forked tongues.

3-4 Slice their lips off their faces! Pull
The braggart tongues from their mouths!
I’m tired of hearing, “We can talk anyone into anything!
Our lips manage the world.”

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.”

6-8 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.
God, keep us safe from their lies,
From the wicked who stalk us with lies,
From the wicked who collect honors
For their wonderful lies.

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Salmos 12

Al director musical. Sobre la octava.[a] Salmo de David.

1Sálvanos, Señor, que ya no hay gente fiel;
    ya no queda gente sincera en este mundo.
No hacen sino mentirse unos a otros;
    sus labios lisonjeros hablan con doblez.

El Señor cortará todo labio lisonjero
    y toda lengua jactanciosa
que dice: «Venceremos con la lengua;
    en nuestros labios confiamos.
    ¿Quién puede dominarnos a nosotros?»

Dice el Señor: «Voy ahora a levantarme,
    y pondré a salvo a los oprimidos,
pues al pobre se le oprime,
    y el necesitado se queja».

Las palabras del Señor son puras,
    son como la plata refinada,
    siete veces purificada en el crisol.

Tú, Señor, nos protegerás;
    tú siempre nos defenderás de esta gente,
aun cuando los malvados sigan merodeando,
    y la maldad sea exaltada en este mundo.

Notas al pie

  1. 12 Tít. Sobre la octava. Lit. Sobre sheminit.