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; upon an eight-stringed lyre. A Psalm of David. Help, Yahweh; for the godly man ceases. 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

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

3 disperdat Dominus universa labia dolosa linguam magniloquam

May Yahweh 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 Yahweh; “I will set him in safety from those who malign him.”

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

Yahweh’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 et in aeternum

You will keep them, Yahweh. 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 among the sons of men.