Psalmorum 12

1 in finem pro octava psalmus David salvum me fac Domine quoniam defecit sanctus quoniam deminutae sunt veritates a filiis hominum

For the chief musician; set to the Sheminith. A psalm of David. Help, Yahweh, for the godly have disappeared; the faithful have vanished.

2 vana locuti sunt unusquisque ad proximum suum labia dolosa in corde et corde locuti sunt

Everyone says empty words to his neighbor; everyone speaks with flattering lips and a double heart.

3 disperdat Dominus universa labia dolosa linguam magniloquam

Yahweh, cut off all flattering lips, every tongue declaring great things.

4 qui dixerunt linguam nostram magnificabimus labia nostra a nobis sunt quis noster dominus est

These are those who have said, “With our tongues will we prevail. When our lips speak, who can be master over us?”

5 propter miseriam inopum et gemitum pauperum nunc exsurgam dicit Dominus ponam in salutari fiducialiter agam in eo

“Because of violence against the poor, because of the groans of the needy, I will arise,” says Yahweh. “I will provide the safety for which they long.”

6 eloquia Domini eloquia casta argentum igne examinatum probatum terrae purgatum septuplum

The words of Yahweh are pure words, like silver purified in a furnace on the earth, refined seven times.

7 tu Domine servabis nos et custodies nos a generatione hac et in aeternum

You are Yahweh! You keep them. You preserve the godly people from this wicked generation and forever.

8 in circuitu impii ambulant secundum altitudinem tuam multiplicasti filios hominum

The wicked walk on every side when evil is exalted among the children of mankind.