Psalmorum 12

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

For the Chief Musician; set to the Sheminith. A Psalm of David. Help, Jehovah; for the godly man ceaseth; 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 falsehood every one with his neighbor: With flattering lip, and with a double heart, do they speak.

3 Disperdat Dominus universa labia dolosa, et linguam magniloquam.

Jehovah will cut off all flattering lips, The tongue that speaketh great 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 exsurgam, dicit Dominus. Ponam in salutari; fiducialiter agam in eo.

Because of the oppression of the poor, because of the sighing of the needy, Now will I arise, saith Jehovah; I will set him in the safety he panteth for.

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

The words of Jehovah are pure words; As silver tried in a furnace on the earth, Purified seven times.

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

Thou wilt keep them, O Jehovah, Thou wilt 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 vileness is exalted among the sons of men.