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 Chief Musician; set to the Sheminith. A Psalm of David. Help, LORD; 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 vanity every one with his neighbour: with flattering lip, and with a double heart, do they speak.

3 Disperdat Dominus universa labia dolosa, et linguam magniloquam.

The LORD shall 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 exurgam, dicit Dominus. Ponam in salutari: fiducialiter agam in eo.

For the spoiling of the poor, for the sighing of the needy, now will I arise, saith the LORD; I will set him in safety at whom they puff.

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

The words of the LORD 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 aeternum.

Thou shalt keep them, O LORD, thou shalt 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.