Psalms 12 Unto the end: for the octave, a psalm for David. (12:2) Save me, O Lord, for there is now no saint: truths are decayed from among the children of men.

DouayRheims⁽ⁱ⁾ ¹ Unto the end: for the octave, a psalm for David. ^(12:2) Save me, O Lord, for there is now no saint: truths are decayed from among the children of men. ² ^(12:3) They have spoken vain things, every one to his neighbour: with deceitful lips, and with a double heart have they spoken. ³ ^(12:4) May the Lord destroy all deceitful lips, and the tongue that speaketh proud things. ⁴ ^(12:5) Who have said: We will magnify our tongue: our lips are our own: who is Lord over us? ⁵ ^(12:6) By reason of the misery of the needy, and the groans of the poor, now will I arise, saith the Lord. I will set him in safety: I will deal confidently in his regard. ⁶ ^(12:7) The words of the Lord are pure words: as silver tried by the fire, purged from the earth, refined seven times. ⁷ ^(12:8) Thou, O Lord, wilt preserve us: and keep us from this generation for ever. ⁸ ^(12:9) The wicked walk round about: according to thy highness, thou hast multiplied the children of men.