Psalms 12

1 To the Chief Musician. On the Octave. A Melody of David. O save Yahweh, for the man of lovingkindness, is no more, for the faithful, have vanished, from among the sons of men.

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

2 Deception, speak they, every one with his neighbour, —with lips uttering smooth things—with a heart and a heart, do they speak.

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

3 May Yahweh cut off All the lips that utter smooth things, —the tongue that speaketh swelling words;

disperdat Dominus universa labia dolosa linguam magniloquam

4 Them who say—With our tongue, will we prevail, our lips, are our own, who is our master?

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

5 Because of violence done to the poor, because of the crying of the needy, Now, will I arise! O may Yahweh say, —I will place [him] in safety—let him puff at him!

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

6 The words of Yahweh, are words, that are pure, silver refined in a crucible of earth, purified seven times!

eloquia Domini eloquia casta argentum igne examinatum probatum terrae purgatum septuplum

7 Thou, O Yahweh, wilt keep them, —Thou wilt guard him, from this generation unto times age-abiding.

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

8 On every side, the lawless, march about, —when worthlessness is exalted by the sons of men.

in circuitu impii ambulant secundum altitudinem tuam multiplicasti filios hominum