Psalms 12:1-8 (ANIV)
1 [For the director of music. According to sheminith.  A psalm of David.]
Help, Lord, for the godly are no more;
the faithful have vanished from among men.
2 Everyone lies to his neighbour;
their flattering lips speak with deception.
3 May the Lord cut off all flattering lips
and every boastful tongue
4 that says, “We will triumph with our tongues;
we own our lips  —who is our master?”
5 “Because of the oppression of the weak
and the groaning of the needy,
I will now arise,” says the Lord.
“I will protect them from those who malign them.”
6 And the words of the Lord are flawless,
like silver refined in a furnace of clay,
purified seven times.
7 O Lord, you will keep us safe
and protect us from such people for ever.
8 The wicked freely strut about
when what is vile is honoured among men.
Title: Probably a musical term.
Or, / our lips are the ploughshares.
TIME OF DAY:
Unspecified in Bible Text. I have set the scene in the morning.
Defused sunlight from above illuminates this scene. shadows are cast to the right of objects.
A young couple meeting and greeting each other in the street.
Various onlookers, scowling at the young couple.
Psalm 12 is an example of a Lament, which is a cry out for help in a situation of distress or frustration. There are more lamentation psalms than any other type.
Originally I had intended for one of the young couple in the foreground to be lying and speaking flattery to the other. But once I’d drawn the figures I decided to have the onlookers being the ones who are critical, especially the glaring woman in the doorway on the right! I’m not at all sure of the builder on the wooden scaffolding in the background either!