Psalms 12

DOUAI-RHEIMS	VULGATA
1 Unto the end; for the octave, a psalm for David.	1 In finem. Psalmus David. Usquequo, Domine, oblivisceris me in finem ? usquequo avertis faciem tuam a me ?
2 Save me, O Lord, for there is now no saint: truths are decayed from among the children of men.	2 quamdiu ponam consilia in anima mea ; dolorem in corde meo per diem ?
3 They have spoken vain things every one to his neighbour: with deceitful lips, and with a double heart have they spoken.	3 usquequo exaltabitur inimicus meus super me ?
4 May the Lord destroy all deceitful lips, and the tongue that speaketh proud things.	4 Respice, et exaudi me, Domine Deus meus. Illumina oculos meos, ne umquam obdormiam in morte ;
5 Who have said: We will magnify our tongue; our lips are our own; who is Lord over us?	5 nequando dicat inimicus meus : Prævalui adversus eum. Qui tribulant me exsultabunt si motus fuero ;
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 ego autem in misericordia tua speravi. Exsultabit cor meum in salutari tuo. Cantabo Domino qui bona tribuit mihi ; et psallam nomini Domini altissimi.
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.