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.

Načelniku godbe po osmini, psalm Davidov. Daj rešenje, Gospod, ker minil je dobrodelnik; ker izginili so resnični izmed sinov človeških.

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

Prazno govoré drug z drugim, s priliznenimi ustnami, z vojnim srcem govoré.

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

Pokončal bode Gospod vse priliznene ustne, jezik visokobesedni;

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

Njih, ki govoré: Našega jezika pravica bode obveljala, ustne naše so v naši oblasti, kdo bi bil nam gospod?

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.”

Od zatiranja siromakov ubozih, od vpitja revežev vstanem skoraj, govori Gospod; pomagal bodem njemu, v katerega bode pihal žarjavico krivični.

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

Besede Gospodove so čiste besede, srebro očiščeno v izbrani prsteni posodi, osnaženo sedemkrat.

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

Ti, Gospod, ohrani jih; vsakega izmed njih brani tega rodu na veke.

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

Krivični hodijo okrog povsodi, ko se povzdiguje malopridna reč med človeškimi sinovi.