Psalms 12

1 For the choirmaster. According to Sheminith. A Psalm of David. Help, O LORD, for the godly are no more; the faithful have vanished from among men.

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

2 They lie to one another; they speak with flattering lips and a double heart.

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

3 May the LORD cut off all flattering lips and every boastful tongue.

Disperdat Dominus universa labia dolosa, et linguam magniloquam.

4 They say, “With our tongues we will prevail. We own our lips—who can be our master?”

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

5 “For the cause of the oppressed and for the groaning of the needy, I will now arise,” says the LORD. “I will bring safety to him who yearns.”

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

6 The words of the LORD are flawless, like silver refined in a furnace, like gold purified sevenfold.

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

7 You, O LORD, will keep us; You will forever guard us from this generation.

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

8 The wicked wander freely, and vileness is exalted among men.

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