Psalms 12

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hver svigefuld Læbe udrydde HERREN, den Tunge, der 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 siger: »Vor Tunge gør os stærke, vore Læber er 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 armes Nød og fattiges Suk vil jeg nu staa op«, siger HERREN, »jeg frelser den, som man blæser ad.«

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

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

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

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