Psalms 12

1 “To the chief musician upon Sheminith, a psalm of David.” Help, O Lord; for the pious have ceased to be; for the truthful 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 Deceptively do they speak every one with his neighbor, with flattering lips, 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 boastful things:

Disperdat Dominus universa labia dolosa, et linguam magniloquam.

4 Who have said, With our tongue will we be 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 Because of the oppression of the poor, because of the sighing of the needy, now will I arise, saith the Lord: I will grant safety to him for whom the other layeth a snare.

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 refined in the crucible of earth, purified seven times.

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

7 Thou, O Lord, wilt preserve them; thou wilt guard them from this generation for ever.

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

8 On every side do the wicked walk about, when the vile are exalted over the sons of man.

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