Holy Bible - Young's Literal Translation(YLT)

12:1	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:
12:2	Vanity they speak each with his neighbour, Lip of flattery! With heart and heart they speak.
12:3	Jehovah doth cut off all lips of flattery, A tongue speaking great things,
12:4	Who said, `By our tongue we do mightily: Our lips [are] our own; who [is] lord over us?'
12:5	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.
12:6	Sayings of Jehovah [are] pure sayings; Silver tried in a furnace of earth refined sevenfold.
12:7	Thou, O Jehovah, dost preserve them, Thou keepest us from this generation to the age.
12:8	Around the wicked walk continually, According as vileness is exalted by sons of men!
12:9	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?