Psalmorum 12

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

Unto the end; for the octave, a psalm for David. Save me, O Lord, for there is now no saint: truths are decayed from among the children of men.

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

They have spoken vain things every one to his neighbour: with deceitful lips, and with a double heart have they spoken.

3 Disperdat Dominus universa labia dolosa, et linguam magniloquam.

May the Lord destroy all deceitful lips, and the tongue that speaketh proud things.

4 Qui dixerunt: Linguam nostram magnificabimus, labia nostra a nobis sunt, quis noster Dominus est?

Who have said: We will magnify our tongue; our lips are our own; who is Lord over us?

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

By reason of the misery of the needy, and the groans of the poor, now will I arise, saith the Lord. I win set him in safety; I will deal confidently in his regard.

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

The words of the Lord are pure words: as silver tried by the fire, purged from the earth refined seven times.

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

Thou, O Lord, wilt preserve us: and keep us from this generation for ever.

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

The wicked walk round about: according to thy highness, thou best multiplied the children of men.