Psalms 12

DOUAI-RHEIMS	LXX
1 Unto the end; for the octave, a psalm for David.	1 εις το τελος ψαλμος τω δαυιδ
2 Save me, O Lord, for there is now no saint: truths are decayed from among the children of men.	2 εως ποτε κυριε επιληση μου εις τελος εως ποτε αποστρεψεις το προσωπον σου απ' εμου
3 They have spoken vain things every one to his neighbour: with deceitful lips, and with a double heart have they spoken.	3 εως τινος θησομαι βουλας εν ψυχη μου οδυνας εν καρδια μου ημερας εως ποτε υψωθησεται ο εχθρος μου επ' εμε
4 May the Lord destroy all deceitful lips, and the tongue that speaketh proud things.	4 επιβλεψον εισακουσον μου κυριε ο θεος μου φωτισον τους οφθαλμους μου μηποτε υπνωσω εις θανατον
5 Who have said: We will magnify our tongue; our lips are our own; who is Lord over us?	5 μηποτε ειπη ο εχθρος μου ισχυσα προς αυτον οι θλιβοντες με αγαλλιασονται εαν σαλευθω
6 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 εγω δε επι τω ελεει σου ηλπισα αγαλλιασεται η καρδια μου επι τω σωτηριω σου ασω τω κυριω τω ευεργετησαντι με και ψαλω τω ονοματι κυριου του υψιστου
7 The words of the Lord are pure words: as silver tried by the fire, purged from the earth refined seven times.
8 Thou, O Lord, wilt preserve us.: and keep us from this generation for ever.
9 The wicked walk round about: according to thy highness, thou best multiplied the children of men.