Psalmorum 12

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

TO THE OVERSEER. ON THE EIGHTH. A PSALM OF DAVID. Save, YHWH, for the saintly has failed, For the steadfast have ceased From the sons of men:

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

They each speak vanity with his neighbor, Lip of flattery! With heart and heart they speak.

3 Disperdat Dominus universa labia dolosa, et linguam magniloquam.

YHWH cuts off all lips of flattery, A tongue speaking great things,

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

Who said, “By our tongue we do mightily: 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 spoiling of the poor, Because of the groaning of the needy, Now I arise, says YHWH, I set in safety [him who] breathes for it.

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

Sayings of YHWH [are] pure sayings—Silver tried in a furnace of earth, refined sevenfold.

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

You, O YHWH, preserve them, You keep us from this generation for all time.

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

The wicked walk around continually, According as vileness is exalted by sons of men!