Salme 12

1 Til Sangmesteren. Efter den ottende. En Salme af David.

For the chief music-maker on the Sheminith. A Psalm. Of David. Send help, Lord, for mercy has come to an end; there is no more faith among the children of men.

2 HERRE, hjælp, thi de fromme er borte, svundet er Troskab blandt Menneskens Børn;

Everyone says false words to his neighbour: their tongues are smooth in their talk, and their hearts are full of deceit.

3 de taler Løgn, den ene til den anden, med svigefulde Læber og tvedelt Hjerte.

The smooth lips and the tongue of pride will be cut off by the Lord.

4 Hver svigefuld Læbe udrydde HERREN, den Tunge, der taler store Ord,

They have said, With our tongues will we overcome; our lips are ours: who is lord over us?

5 dem, som siger: »Vor Tunge gør os stærke, vore Læber er med os, hvo er vor Herre?«

Because of the crushing of the poor and the weeping of those in need, now will I come to his help, says the Lord; I will give him the salvation which he is desiring.

6 »For armes Nød og fattiges Suk vil jeg nu staa op«, siger HERREN, »jeg frelser den, som man blæser ad.«

The words of the Lord are true words: like silver tested by fire and burned clean seven times.

7 HERRENS Ord er rene Ord, det pure, syvfold lutrede Sølv.

You will keep them, O Lord, you will keep them safe from this generation for ever.

8 HERRE, du vogter os, værner os evigt mod denne Slægt. De gudløse færdes frit overalt, naar Skarn ophøjes blandt Menneskens Børn.

The sinners are walking on every side, and evil is honoured among the children of men.