Psalms 12

1 TO THE OVERSEER. ON THE EIGHTH. A PSALM OF DAVID. Save, YHWH, for the saintly has failed, For the steadfast have ceased From the sons of men:

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

2 They each speak vanity with his neighbor, Lip of flattery! With heart and heart they speak.

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

3 YHWH cuts off all lips of flattery, A tongue speaking great things,

Disperdat Dominus universa labia dolosa, et linguam magniloquam.

4 Who said, “By our tongue we do mightily: 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 Because of the spoiling of the poor, Because of the groaning of the needy, Now I arise, says YHWH, I set in safety [him who] breathes for it.

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

6 Sayings of YHWH [are] pure sayings—Silver tried in a furnace of earth, refined sevenfold.

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

7 You, O YHWH, preserve them, You keep us from this generation for all time.

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

8 The wicked walk around continually, According as vileness is exalted by sons of men!

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