Psalmorum 12

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

Help, LORD; for the godly man ceases; for the faithful fail from among the children of men.

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

They speak vanity every one with his neighbor: with flattering lips and with a double heart do they speak.

3 Disperdat Dominus universa labia dolosa, et linguam magniloquam.

The LORD shall cut off all flattering lips, and the tongue that speaks proud things:

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

Who have said, With our tongue will we prevail; 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.

For the oppression of the poor, for the sighing of the needy, now will I arise, says the LORD; I will set him in safety from him that puffs at him.

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

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

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

You shall keep them, O LORD, you shall preserve them from this generation for ever.

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

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