Psalmorum 12

1 In finem, pro octava. Psalmus David. [Salvum me fac, Domine, quoniam defecit sanctus, quoniam diminutæ sunt veritates a filiis hominum.

To him that excelleth upon the eight tune. A Psalme of Dauid. Helpe Lord, for there is not a godly man left: for the faithfull are fayled from among the children of men.

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

They speake deceitfully euery one with his neighbour, flattering with their lips, and speake with a double heart.

3 Disperdat Dominus universa labia dolosa, et linguam magniloquam.

The Lord cut off all flattering lippes, and the tongue that speaketh proude things:

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

Which haue saide, With our tongue will we preuaile: our lippes are our owne: who is Lord ouer vs?

5 Propter miseriam inopum, et gemitum pauperum, nunc exsurgam, dicit Dominus. Ponam in salutari; fiducialiter agam in eo.

Now for the oppression of the needy, and for the sighes of the poore, I will vp, sayeth the Lord, and will set at libertie him, whom the wicked hath snared.

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

The wordes of the Lord are pure wordes, as the siluer, tried in a fornace of earth, fined seuen folde.

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

Thou wilt keepe them, O Lord: thou wilt preserue him from this generation for euer.

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

The wicked walke on euery side: when they are exalted, it is a shame for the sonnes of men.