Psalms 12

1 Help, Yhwh; for the godly man ceaseth; for the faithful fail 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 vanity every one with his neighbour: with flattering lips and with a double heart do they speak.

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

3 Yhwh shall cut off all flattering lips, and 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 For the oppression of the poor, for the sighing of the needy, now will I arise, saith Yhwh; I will set him in safety from him that puffeth at him.

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

6 The words of Yhwh are pure words: as silver tried in a furnace of earth, purified seven times.

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

7 Thou shalt keep them, O Yhwh, thou shalt preserve them from this generation for ever.

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

8 The wicked walk on every side, when the vilest men are exalted.

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