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.

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

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

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

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

Pokončal bode Gospod vse priliznene ustne, jezik visokobesedni;

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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