Psalms 12

1 Help, Jehovah, for the holy man ceases, for the faithful fail from among the sons of men.

Til Sangmesteren; til Skeminith; en Psalme af David.

2 They speak falsehood everyone with his neighbor. With flattering lip, and with a double heart, they speak.

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

3 Jehovah will cut off all flattering lips, the tongue that speaks great things,

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

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

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

5 Because of the oppression of the poor, because of the sighing of the needy, now I will arise, says Jehovah. I will set him in the safety he gasps for.

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

6 The words of Jehovah are pure words, as silver tried in a furnace on the earth, purified seven times.

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.

7 Thou will keep them, O Jehovah. Thou will preserve them from this generation forever.

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

8 The wicked walk on every side when vileness is exalted among the sons of men.

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.