Psalms 12

NEW JERUSALEM	DOUAI-RHEIMS
1 [For the choirmaster On the octachord Psalm Of David] Help, Yahweh! No one loyal is left, the faithfulhave vanished from among the children of Adam.	1 Unto the end; for the octave, a psalm for David.
2 Friend tel s lies to friend, and, smooth-tongued, speaks from an insincere heart.	2 Save me, O Lord, for there is now no saint: truths are decayed from among the children of men.
3 May Yahweh cut away every smooth lip, every boastful tongue,	3 They have spoken vain things every one to his neighbour: with deceitful lips, and with a double heart have they spoken.
4 those who say, 'In our tongue lies our strength, our lips are our al ies; who can master us?'	4 May the Lord destroy all deceitful lips, and the tongue that speaketh proud things.
5 'For the poor who are plundered, the needy who groan, now wil I act,' says Yahweh, 'I wil grantsalvation to those who sigh for it.'	5 Who have said: We will magnify our tongue; our lips are our own; who is Lord over us?
6 Yahweh's promises are promises unal oyed, natural silver which comes from the earth seven timesrefined.	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.
7 You, Yahweh, wil watch over them, you will protect them from that brood for ever.	7 The words of the Lord are pure words: as silver tried by the fire, purged from the earth refined seven times.
8 The wicked wil scatter in every direction, as the height of depravity among the children of Adam.	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.