Psalms 12

1 Unto the end; for the octave, a psalm for David. Save me, O Lord, for there is now no saint: truths are decayed from among the children of men.

١ لِقَائِدِ الْمُنْشِدِينَ عَلَى الْقَرَارِ. مَزْمُورٌ لِدَاوُدَ أَغِثْ يَا رَبُّ لأَنَّهُ قَدِ انْقَرَضَ التَّقِيُّ، وَاخْتَفَى الأُمَنَاءُ مِنْ بَيْنِ بَنِي الْبَشَرِ.

2 They have spoken vain things every one to his neighbour: with deceitful lips, and with a double heart have they spoken.

٢ كُلُّ إِنْسَانٍ يُخَاطِبُ صَاحِبَهُ بِالْبَاطِلِ: بِشِفَاهٍ مَلِقَةٍ وَقُلُوبٍ مُنَافِقَةٍ يَتَحَادَثُونَ.

3 May the Lord destroy all deceitful lips, and the tongue that speaketh proud things.

٣ يَقْطَعُ الرَّبُّ كُلَّ الشِّفَاهِ الْمَلِقَةِ، وَكُلَّ لِسَانٍ مُتَبَجِّحٍ.

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

٤ الَّذِينَ قَالُوا: أَلْسِنَتُنَا لَنَا وَبِهَا نَسُودُ. فَمَنْ يَتَحَكَّمُ فِينَا؟

5 By reason of the misery of the needy, and the groans of the poor, now will I arise, saith the Lord. I win set him in safety; I will deal confidently in his regard.

٥ وَلَكِنَّ الرَّبَّ يَقُولُ: إِنْقَاذاً لِلْمَسَاكِينِ، وَاسْتِجَابَةً لِتَنَهُّدَاتِ الْمَظْلُومِينَ، أَهُبُّ الآنَ لأُفَرِّجَ كُرْبَةَ الْمُتَضَايِقِينَ.

6 The words of the Lord are pure words: as silver tried by the fire, purged from the earth refined seven times.

٦ أَقْوَالُ الرَّبِّ خَالِصَةٌ لَا شَائِبَةَ فِيهَا، كالْفِضَّةِ الْمُنَقَّاةِ الْمُصَفَّاةِ سَبْعَ مَرَّاتٍ فِي بَوتَقَةٍ مُحَمَّاةٍ.

7 Thou, O Lord, wilt preserve us: and keep us from this generation for ever.

٧ أَنْتَ يَا رَبُّ تَحْفَظُ الأَبْرَارَ، وَتَقِيهِمْ إِلَى الأَبَدِ مِنْ جِيلِ الأَشْرَارِ.

8 The wicked walk round about: according to thy highness, thou best multiplied the children of men.

٨ يَتَجَوَّلُ الأَشْرَارُ أَحْرَاراً فِي كُلِّ نَاحِيَةٍ، عِنْدَمَا يَتَبَوَّأُ أَرَاذِلُ النَّاسِ الْمَقَامَاتِ الرَّفِيعَةَ.