Psalmorum 12

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

Unto the end; for the octave, a psalm for David. Save me, O Lord, for there is now no saint: truths are decayed from among the children of men.

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

They have spoken vain things every one to his neighbour: with deceitful lips, and with a double heart have they spoken.

3 disperdat Dominus universa labia dolosa linguam magniloquam

May the Lord destroy all deceitful lips, and the tongue that speaketh proud things.

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

Who have said: We will magnify our tongue; 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

By reason of the misery of the needy, and the groans of the poor, now will I arise, saith the Lord. I win set him in safety; I will deal confidently in his regard.

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

The words of the Lord are pure words: as silver tried by the fire, purged from the earth refined seven times.

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

Thou, O Lord, wilt preserve us: and keep us from this generation for ever.

8 in circuitu impii ambulant secundum altitudinem tuam multiplicasti filios hominum

The wicked walk round about: according to thy highness, thou best multiplied the children of men.