When the Faithful Vanish, God's Words Remain Refined as Silver
Faith is not placed in people, but in the God who keeps covenant even when lies fill the air.
For the leader; on the sheminith. A psalm of David. Help, O ETERNAL One!For the faithful are no more;the loyal have vanished from among mortals. People speak lies to one another;their speech is smooth;they talk with duplicity. May GOD cut off all flattering lips,every tongue that speaks arrogance. They say, “By our tongues we shall prevail;with lips such as ours, who can be our master?” “Because of the groans of the plundered poor and needy,I will now act,” says GOD.“I will give help,” [God] affirms to them. GOD’s words are pure words,silver purged in an earthen crucible,refined sevenfold. You, O ETERNAL One, will keep them,guarding each from this age evermore. On every side the wicked roamwhen baseness is exalted among mortals.
Psalm 12 opens with a striking lament: the faithful have disappeared. Yet the psalm does not end in despair. God pledges to act because of the oppressed, and His words — refined like silver purified seven times — become the sure anchor for trust. The movement of the psalm is from collapsing human reliability to the unfailing purity of divine speech.