Psalms 12

1 For the choirmaster. According to Sheminith. A Psalm of David. Help, O LORD, for the godly are no more; the faithful have vanished from among men.

Pomagaj, Gospod, kajti bogaboječi človek izginja, kajti zvesti izmed človeških otrok slabi.

2 They lie to one another; they speak with flattering lips and a double heart.

Prazne reči govorijo vsak s svojim bližnjim. Govorijo z laskavimi ustnicami in dvoličnim srcem.

3 May the LORD cut off all flattering lips and every boastful tongue.

Gospod bo iztrebil vse laskave ustnice in jezik, ki govori ponosne stvari,

4 They say, “With our tongues we will prevail. We own our lips—who can be our master?”

ki so rekli: »S svojim jezikom bomo prevladali, naše ustnice so naša last. Kdo je gospodar nad nami?«

5 “For the cause of the oppressed and for the groaning of the needy, I will now arise,” says the LORD. “I will bring safety to him who yearns.”

»Zaradi zatiranja siromašnega, zaradi vzdihovanja pomoči potrebnega se bom sedaj vzdignil, « govori Gospod, »postavil ga bom na varno pred tistim, ki se napihuje nad njim.«

6 The words of the LORD are flawless, like silver refined in a furnace, like gold purified sevenfold.

Gospodove besede so čiste besede; kakor srebro, preizkušeno v zemljini talilni peči, sedemkrat prečiščeno.

7 You, O LORD, will keep us; You will forever guard us from this generation.

Ti jih boš varoval, oh Gospod, pred tem rodom jih boš ohranil na veke.

8 The wicked wander freely, and vileness is exalted among men.

Zlobni hodijo na vsaki strani, ko so najnizkotnejši ljudje povišani.