Psalms 12

1 For the Leader; on the Sheminith. A Psalm of David. Help, LORD; for the godly man ceaseth; for the faithful fail 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 speak falsehood every one with his neighbour; with flattering lip, and with a double heart, do they speak.

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

3 May the LORD cut off all flattering lips, the tongue that speaketh proud things!

Disperdat Dominus universa labia dolosa, et linguam magniloquam.

4 Who have said: 'Our tongue will we make mighty; our lips are with us: who is lord over us?'

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

5 'For the oppression of the poor, for the sighing of the needy, now will I arise', saith the LORD; '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 the LORD are pure words, as silver tried in a crucible on the earth, refined seven times.

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

7 Thou wilt keep them, O LORD; Thou wilt preserve us from this generation for ever.

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

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

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