1750 Challoner Revision of the Douay-Rheims (DR)

Psalms 12

1 David, destitute of human comfort, craveth help from God. 3 He comforteth himself with God's judgments on the wicked, and confidence in God's tried promises.

 12:1 ¶ Unto the end: for the octave, a psalm for David. Save me, O Lord, for there is now no saint: truths are decayed from among the children of men.

 12:2 They have spoken vain things, every one to his neighbour: with deceitful lips, and with a double heart have they spoken.

 12:3 May the Lord destroy all deceitful lips, and the tongue that speaketh proud things.

 12:4 Who have said: We will magnify our tongue: our lips are our own: who is Lord over us?

 12:5 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.

 12:6 The words of the Lord are pure words: as silver tried by the fire, purged from the earth, refined seven times.

 12:7 Thou, O Lord, wilt preserve us: and keep us from this generation for ever.

 12:8 The wicked walk round about: according to thy highness, thou hast multiplied the children of men.