Psalms 12

DOUAI-RHEIMS	NEW AMERICAN BIBLE
1 Unto the end; for the octave, a psalm for David.	1 For the leader; "upon the eighth." A psalm of David.
2 Save me, O Lord, for there is now no saint: truths are decayed from among the children of men.	2 Help, LORD, for no one loyal remains; the faithful have vanished from the human race
3 They have spoken vain things every one to his neighbour: with deceitful lips, and with a double heart have they spoken.	3 Those who tell lies to one another speak with deceiving lips and a double heart.
4 May the Lord destroy all deceitful lips, and the tongue that speaketh proud things.	4 May the LORD cut off all deceiving lips, and every boastful tongue,
5 Who have said: We will magnify our tongue; our lips are our own; who is Lord over us?	5 Those who say, "By our tongues we prevail; when our lips speak, who can lord it over us?"
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 "Because they rob the weak, and the needy groan, I will now arise," says the LORD; "I will grant safety to whoever longs for it."
7 The words of the Lord are pure words: as silver tried by the fire, purged from the earth refined seven times.	7 The promises of the LORD are sure, silver refined in a crucible, silver purified seven times.
8 Thou, O Lord, wilt preserve us.: and keep us from this generation for ever.	8 LORD, protect us always; preserve us from this generation.
9 The wicked walk round about: according to thy highness, thou best multiplied the children of men.	9 On every side the wicked strut; the shameless are extolled by all.