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 choirmaster. According to Sheminith. A Psalm of David. Help, O LORD, for the godly are no more; the faithful have vanished from among men.

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

They lie to one another; they speak with flattering lips and a double heart.

3 Disperdat Dominus universa labia dolosa, et linguam magniloquam.

May the LORD cut off all flattering lips and every boastful tongue.

4 Qui dixerunt: Linguam nostram magnificabimus; labia nostra a nobis sunt. Quis noster dominus est?

They say, “With our tongues we will prevail. We own our lips—who can be our master?”

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

“For the cause of the oppressed and for the groaning of the needy, I will now arise,” says the LORD. “I will bring safety to him who yearns.”

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

The words of the LORD are flawless, like silver refined in a furnace, like gold purified sevenfold.

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

You, O LORD, will keep us; You will forever guard us from this generation.

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

The wicked wander freely, and vileness is exalted among men.