Psalms 12

1 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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

5 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.

»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 true words: like silver tested by fire and burned clean seven times.

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

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

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

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

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