Psalms 12

1 For the music director. To the Sheminith. A psalm of David. Help, Lord, for all the good people have gone! Those who trust in you have disappeared from among the people on earth.

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

2 Everyone lies to their neighbors. They flatter with nice talk, but they don't mean what they say.

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

3 Stop their flattery, Lord, and silence their boasts—

Disperdat Dominus universa labia dolosa, et linguam magniloquam.

4 these people who say, “We will succeed through what we say; our mouths belong to us. We don't take orders from anyone!”

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

5 “Because of the violence the helpless have suffered, and because of the groans of the poor, I will rise up to defend them,” says the Lord. “I will give them the protection they have been longing for.”

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

6 What the Lord says is trustworthy, as pure as silver refined seven times in a furnace.

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

7 You, Lord will keep the oppressed safe; you will protect us from these kinds of people forever;

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

8 even though the wicked are all around us, and evil is being promoted everywhere.

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