Psalms 12

1 To the chief Musician. Upon Sheminith. A Psalm of David. Save, Jehovah, for the godly man is gone; for the faithful have failed from among the children 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 every one with his neighbour: [with] flattering lip, with a double heart, do 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 speaketh proud 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 afflicted, because of the sighing of the needy, now will I arise, saith Jehovah, I will set [him] in safety, at whom they puff.

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, silver tried in the furnace of earth, purified seven times.

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

7 Thou, Jehovah, wilt keep them, thou wilt preserve them from this generation for ever.

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

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

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