Psalms 12

DOUAI-RHEIMS	CATHOLIC PUBLIC DOMAIN
1 Unto the end; for the octave, a psalm for David.	1 Unto the end. A Psalm of David. How long, O Lord? Will you forget me until the end? How long will you turn your face away from me?
2 Save me, O Lord, for there is now no saint: truths are decayed from among the children of men.	2 How long can I take counsel in my soul, sorrowing in my heart throughout the day?
3 They have spoken vain things every one to his neighbour: with deceitful lips, and with a double heart have they spoken.	3 How long will my enemy be exalted over me?
4 May the Lord destroy all deceitful lips, and the tongue that speaketh proud things.	4 Look upon me and listen to me, O Lord my God. Enlighten my eyes, lest I fall asleep forever in death,
5 Who have said: We will magnify our tongue; our lips are our own; who is Lord over us?	5 lest at any time my enemy may say, “I have prevailed against him.” Those who trouble me will exult, if I have been disturbed.
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 But I have hoped in your mercy. My heart will exult in your salvation. I will sing to the Lord, who assigns good things to me. And I will sing psalms to the name of the Lord Most High.
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.