Psalmi 12

1 Zborovođi. U oktavi. Psalam. Davidov. U pomoć, Jahve, jer nestaje pobožnih, vjernosti nema više među ljudima!

To the Chief Musician. On the Octave. A Melody of David. O save Yahweh, for the man of lovingkindness, is no more, for the faithful, have vanished, from among the sons of men.

2 Svatko laže svome bližnjemu, govori usnama lažljivim i srcem dvoličnim.

Deception, speak they, every one with his neighbour, —with lips uttering smooth things—with a heart and a heart, do they speak.

3 Istrijebi, Jahve, sve usne lažljive i jezik hvastavi;

May Yahweh cut off All the lips that utter smooth things, —the tongue that speaketh swelling words;

4 one što zbore: “Jezik je naša snaga, naše su usne za nas: tko nam što može?”

Them who say—With our tongue, will we prevail, our lips, are our own, who is our master?

5 “Zbog nevolje tlačenih i jauka ubogih sada ću ustati - govori Jahve - spasenje donijet' onom tko ga želi.”

Because of violence done to the poor, because of the crying of the needy, Now, will I arise! O may Yahweh say, —I will place [him] in safety—let him puff at him!

6 Riječi su Jahvine riječi iskrene, srebro prokušano, od zemlje odvojeno, sedam puta očišćeno.

The words of Yahweh, are words, that are pure, silver refined in a crucible of earth, purified seven times!

7 O Jahve, ti ćeš bdjeti nad nama, od naraštaja ovog čuvat' nas svagda,

Thou, O Yahweh, wilt keep them, —Thou wilt guard him, from this generation unto times age-abiding.

8 pa nek' se okolo vrzu zlotvori, nek' se izdižu ljudi najgori.

On every side, the lawless, march about, —when worthlessness is exalted by the sons of men.