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.

Al maestro de coro. En octava. Salmo de David. Sálvame Tú, oh Yahvé, porque se acaban los justos; la fidelidad ha desaparecido de entre los hombres.

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

Unos a otros se dicen mentiras; se hablan con labios fraudulentos y doblez de corazón.

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

Acabe Yahvé con todo labio fraudulento y con la lengua jactanciosa;

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

con esos que dicen: “Somos fuertes con nuestra lengua, contamos con nuestros labios; ¿quién es señor nuestro?”

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.”

“Por la aflicción de los humildes y el gemido de los pobres, me levantaré ahora mismo, dice Yahvé; pondré a salvo a aquel que lo desea.”

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

Las palabras de Yahvé son palabras sinceras; plata acrisolada, sin escorias, siete veces purificada.

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

Tú las cumplirás, oh Yahvé; nos preservarás para siempre de esta generación.

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

Los malvados se pasean por todas partes, mientras Tú dejas que sea exaltado lo más vil de entre los hombres.