Psalms 12

1 Help, Jehovah, for the holy man ceases, for the faithful fail from among the sons of men.

Psalmus David in finem, pro octava. Salvum me fac Domine, quoniam defecit sanctus: quoniam diminutae sunt veritates a filiis hominum.

2 They speak falsehood everyone with his neighbor. With flattering lip, and with a double heart, they speak.

Vana locuti sunt unusquisque ad proximum suum: labia dolosa, in corde et corde locuti sunt.

3 Jehovah will cut off all flattering lips, the tongue that speaks great things,

Disperdat Dominus universa labia dolosa, et linguam magniloquam.

4 who have said, With our tongue will we prevail. Our lips are our own. Who is lord over us?

Qui dixerunt: Linguam nostram magnificabimus, labia nostra a nobis sunt, quis noster Dominus est?

5 Because of the oppression of the poor, because of the sighing of the needy, now I will arise, says Jehovah. I will set him in the safety he gasps for.

Propter miseriam inopum, et gemitum pauperum nunc exurgam, dicit Dominus. Ponam in salutari: fiducialiter agam in eo.

6 The words of Jehovah are pure words, as silver tried in a furnace on the earth, purified seven times.

Eloquia Domini, eloquia casta: argentum igne examinatum, probatum terrae purgatum septuplum.

7 Thou will keep them, O Jehovah. Thou will preserve them from this generation forever.

Tu Domine servabis nos: et custodies nos a generatione hac in aeternum.

8 The wicked walk on every side when vileness is exalted among the sons of men.

In circuitu impii ambulant: secundum altitudinem tuam multiplicasti filios hominum.