Psalmorum 12

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

“For the leader of the music; to the octave. A psalm of David.” Help, LORD; for the godly man ceaseth; The faithful are failing among men.

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

They speak falsehood one to another; With flattering lips, with a double heart, do they speak.

3 Disperdat Dominus universa labia dolosa, et linguam magniloquam.

May the LORD destroy all flattering lips, And the tongue which speaketh proud things!

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

Who say, “With our tongues will we prevail; Our lips are our reliance; 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 and the sighing of the wretched, Now will I stand up, saith the LORD; I will set in safety him whom they puff at.

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

The words of the LORD are pure; Like silver purified in a furnace on the earth, Seven times refined.

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

Thou, O LORD! will watch over them; 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 the vilest of men are exalted.