Psalms 12

1 Unto the end. For the octave. A Psalm of David. Save me, O Lord, because holiness has passed away, because truths have been diminished, before 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 have been speaking emptiness, each one to his neighbor; they have been speaking with deceitful lips and a duplicitous heart.

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

3 May the Lord scatter all deceitful lips, along with the tongue that speaks malice.

Disperdat Dominus universa labia dolosa, et linguam magniloquam.

4 They have said: “We will magnify our tongue; our lips belong to us. What is Lord to us?”

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

5 Because of the misery of the destitute and the groaning of the poor, now I will arise, says the Lord. I will place him in safety. I will act faithfully toward him.

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

6 The eloquence of the Lord is pure eloquence, silver tested by fire, purged from the earth, refined seven times.

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

7 You, O Lord, will preserve us, and you will guard us from this generation into eternity.

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

8 The impious wander aimlessly. According to your loftiness, you have multiplied the sons of men.

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