Psalms 12

1 To him that excelleth upon the eight tune. A Psalme of Dauid. Helpe Lord, for there is not a godly man left: for the faithfull are fayled from among the children of men.

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

2 They speake deceitfully euery one with his neighbour, flattering with their lips, and speake with a double heart.

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

3 The Lord cut off all flattering lippes, and the tongue that speaketh proude things:

Disperdat Dominus universa labia dolosa, et linguam magniloquam.

4 Which haue saide, With our tongue will we preuaile: our lippes are our owne: who is Lord ouer vs?

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

5 Now for the oppression of the needy, and for the sighes of the poore, I will vp, sayeth the Lord, and will set at libertie him, whom the wicked hath snared.

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

6 The wordes of the Lord are pure wordes, as the siluer, tried in a fornace of earth, fined seuen folde.

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

7 Thou wilt keepe them, O Lord: thou wilt preserue him from this generation for euer.

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

8 The wicked walke on euery side: when they are exalted, it is a shame for the sonnes of men.

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