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 deminutae 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 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 exsurgam 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 terrae 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 et in aeternum

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

in circuitu impii ambulant secundum altitudinem tuam multiplicasti filios hominum