Psalms 12

1 [For the Chief Musician; upon an eight-stringed lyre. A Psalm of David.] Help, LORD; 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 the LORD 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 the LORD; "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 the LORD 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, LORD, 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.]