Psalmorum 12

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

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.

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

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

3 Disperdat Dominus universa labia dolosa, et linguam magniloquam.

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

4 Qui dixerunt: Linguam nostram magnificabimus, labia nostra a nobis sunt, quis noster Dominus est?

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

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

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!

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

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

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

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

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

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