Psalms 12

1 [For the Chief Musician; upon an eight-stringed lyre. A Psalm of David.] Help, Jehovah; for the faithful ceases. For the loyal have vanished from among the descendants of Adam.

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

2 Everyone lies to his neighbor. They speak with flattering lips, and with a double heart.

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

3 May Jehovah cut off all flattering lips, and the tongue that boasts,

Disperdat Dominus universa labia dolosa, et linguam magniloquam.

4 who have said, "With our tongue we will 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 "Because of the oppression of the weak and because of the groaning of the needy, I will now arise," says Jehovah; "I will place in safety the one who longs for it."

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

6 The words of Jehovah are flawless words, as silver refined in a clay furnace, purified seven times.

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

7 You, Jehovah, will protect us. You will guard us from this generation forever.

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

8 The wicked walk on every side, when what is vile is exalted among the descendants of Adam.

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