Psalms 12

1 To the chief Musician. Upon Sheminith. A Psalm of David. Save, Jehovah, for the godly man is gone; for the faithful have failed from among the children of men.

Til Sangmesteren; til Skeminith; en Psalme af David.

2 They speak falsehood every one with his neighbour: [with] flattering lip, with a double heart, do they speak.

Frels, Herre! thi de fromme ere borte; thi de trofaste ere blevne faa iblandt Menneskens Børn.

3 Jehovah will cut off all flattering lips, the tongue that speaketh proud things,

De tale Løgn, hver med sin Næste; med smigrende Læber, snart af et, snart af et andet Hjerte tale de.

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

Herren udrydde alle smigrende Læber, den Tunge, som taler store Ord,

5 Because of the oppression of the afflicted, because of the sighing of the needy, now will I arise, saith Jehovah, I will set [him] in safety, at whom they puff.

dem, som sige: Ved vor Tunge skulle vi faa Overhaand, vore Læber ere med os; hvo er vor Herre?

6 The words of Jehovah are pure words, silver tried in the furnace of earth, purified seven times.

For de elendiges Ødelæggelses Skyld, for de fattiges Jamren vil jeg nu staa op, siger Herren; jeg vil sætte en Frelse for den, som han fnyser ad.

7 Thou, Jehovah, wilt keep them, thou wilt preserve them from this generation for ever.

Herrens Ord ere rene Ord, ligesom Sølv, der er smeltet i en Ovn af Jord, lutret syv Gange.

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

Du, Herre! du vil bevare dem; du vil vogte os imod denne Slægt evindelig. De ugudelige færdes trindt omkring, naar Skarn ophøjes iblandt Menneskens Børn.