Psalms 12

1 For the end, A Psalm of David, upon the eighth. Save me, O Lord; for the godly man has failed; for truth is diminished from amongst the children of men.

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

2 Every one has spoken vanity to his neighbour: their lips are deceitful, they have spoken with a double heart.

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

3 Let the Lord destroy all the deceitful lips, and the tongue that speaks great words:

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

4 who have said, We will magnify our tongue; our lips are our own: who is Lord of us?

Hver svigefuld Læbe udrydde HERREN, den Tunge, der taler store Ord,

5 Because of the misery of the poor, and because of the sighing of the needy, now will I arise, says the Lord, I will set [them] in safety; I will speak [to them] thereof openly.

dem, som siger: »Vor Tunge gør os stærke, vore Læber er med os, hvo er vor Herre?«

6 The oracles of the Lord are pure oracles; as silver tried in the fire, proved [in] a furnace of 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 You, O Lord, shall keep us, and shall preserve us, from this generation, and for ever.

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

8 The ungodly walk around: according to your greatness you has greatly exalted 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.