Salme 12

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

For the Chief Musician; set to the Sheminith. A Psalm of David. Help, LORD; 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 vanity every one with his neighbour: 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.

The LORD shall 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?

For the spoiling of the poor, for the sighing of the needy, now will I arise, saith the LORD; I will set him in safety at whom they puff.

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 the LORD 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 shalt keep them, O LORD, thou shalt 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.