Psalms 12

1 To the chief Musician upon Sheminith, A Psalm of David. Help, LORD; for the godly man ceaseth; for the faithful fail from among the children of men.

In finem, pro octava. Psalmus David. Salvum me fac, Domine, quoniam defecit sanctus, quoniam diminutæ 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 The LORD 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 the LORD; I will set him in safety from him that puffeth at him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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