Psalms 12

1 For the music director. To the Sheminith. A psalm of David. Help, Lord, for all the good people have gone! Those who trust in you have disappeared from among the people on earth.

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

2 Everyone lies to their neighbors. They flatter with nice talk, but they don't mean what they say.

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

3 Stop their flattery, Lord, and silence their boasts—

Pokončal bode Gospod vse priliznene ustne, jezik visokobesedni;

4 these people who say, “We will succeed through what we say; our mouths belong to us. We don't take orders from anyone!”

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

5 “Because of the violence the helpless have suffered, and because of the groans of the poor, I will rise up to defend them,” says the Lord. “I will give them the protection they have been longing for.”

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

6 What the Lord says is trustworthy, as pure as silver refined seven times in a furnace.

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

7 You, Lord will keep the oppressed safe; you will protect us from these kinds of people forever;

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

8 even though the wicked are all around us, and evil is being promoted everywhere.

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