Salme 12

1 Til Sangmesteren; til Skeminith; en Psalme af David.

For the Chief Musician; set to the Sheminith. A Psalm of David. Help, Jehovah; for the godly man ceaseth; For the faithful fail from among the children of men.

2 Frels, Herre! thi de fromme ere borte; thi de trofaste ere blevne faa iblandt Menneskens Børn.

They speak falsehood every one with his neighbor: With flattering lip, and with a double heart, do they speak.

3 De tale Løgn, hver med sin Næste; med smigrende Læber, snart af et, snart af et andet Hjerte tale de.

Jehovah will cut off all flattering lips, The tongue that speaketh great things;

4 Herren udrydde alle smigrende Læber, den Tunge, som taler store Ord,

Who have said, With our tongue will we prevail; Our lips are our own: who is lord over us?

5 dem, som sige: Ved vor Tunge skulle vi faa Overhaand, vore Læber ere med os; hvo er vor Herre?

Because of the oppression of the poor, because of the sighing of the needy, Now will I arise, saith Jehovah; I will set him in the safety he panteth for.

6 For de elendiges Ødelæggelses Skyld, for de fattiges Jamren vil jeg nu staa op, siger Herren; jeg vil sætte en Frelse for den, som han fnyser ad.

The words of Jehovah are pure words; As silver tried in a furnace on the earth, Purified seven times.

7 Herrens Ord ere rene Ord, ligesom Sølv, der er smeltet i en Ovn af Jord, lutret syv Gange.

Thou wilt keep them, O Jehovah, Thou wilt preserve them from this generation for ever.

8 Du, Herre! du vil bevare dem; du vil vogte os imod denne Slægt evindelig. De ugudelige færdes trindt omkring, naar Skarn ophøjes iblandt Menneskens Børn.

The wicked walk on every side, When vileness is exalted among the sons of men.