Salmos 12

1 Sálvanos, Señor, que ya no hay *gente fiel;
ya no queda gente sincera en este mundo. 2 No hacen sino mentirse unos a otros;
sus labios lisonjeros hablan con doblez. 3 El Señor cortará todo labio lisonjero
y toda lengua jactanciosa 4 que dice: «Venceremos con la lengua;
en nuestros labios confiamos. ¿Quién puede dominarnos a nosotros?» 5 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.» 6 Las palabras del Señor son puras,
son como la plata refinada, siete veces purificada en el crisol. 7 Tú, Señor, nos protegerás;
tú siempre nos defenderás de esta gente, 8 aun cuando los malvados sigan merodeando,
y la maldad sea exaltada en este mundo.

Psalm 12

For the music director; according to the sheminith style; a psalm of David.

1 Deliver, Lord!
For the godly have disappeared;
people of integrity have vanished.

2 People lie to one another;
they flatter and deceive.

3 May the Lord cut off all flattering lips,
and the tongue that boasts!

4 They say, “We speak persuasively;
we know how to flatter and boast.
Who is our master?”

5 “Because of the violence done to the oppressed,
because of the painful cries of the needy,
I will spring into action,” says the Lord.
“I will provide the safety they so desperately desire.”

6 The Lord’s words are absolutely reliable.
They are as untainted as silver purified in a furnace on the ground,
where it is thoroughly refined.

7 You, Lord, will protect them;
you will continually shelter each one from these evil people,

8 for the wicked seem to be everywhere,
when people promote evil.