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; upon an eight-stringed lyre. A Psalm of David. Help, LORD; for the godly man ceases. For the faithful fail from amongst the children of men.

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

Everyone lies to his neighbour. They speak with flattering lips, and with a double heart.

3 Disperdat Dominus universa labia dolosa, et linguam magniloquam.

May the LORD cut off all flattering lips, and the tongue that boasts,

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

who have said, “With our tongue we will 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 weak and because of the groaning of the needy, I will now arise,” says the LORD; “I will set him in safety from those who malign him.”

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

The LORD’s words are flawless words, as silver refined in a clay furnace, purified seven times.

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

You will keep them, LORD. You will preserve them from this generation forever.

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

The wicked walk on every side, when what is vile is exalted amongst the sons of men.