Psalms 12

1 To him that excelleth upon the eight tune. A Psalme of Dauid. Helpe Lord, for there is not a godly man left: for the faithfull are fayled from among the children of men.

Zborovođi. U oktavi. Psalam. Davidov. U pomoć, Jahve, jer nestaje pobožnih, vjernosti nema više među ljudima!

2 They speake deceitfully euery one with his neighbour, flattering with their lips, and speake with a double heart.

Svatko laže svome bližnjemu, govori usnama lažljivim i srcem dvoličnim.

3 The Lord cut off all flattering lippes, and the tongue that speaketh proude things:

Istrijebi, Jahve, sve usne lažljive i jezik hvastavi;

4 Which haue saide, With our tongue will we preuaile: our lippes are our owne: who is Lord ouer vs?

one što zbore: “Jezik je naša snaga, naše su usne za nas: tko nam što može?”

5 Now for the oppression of the needy, and for the sighes of the poore, I will vp, sayeth the Lord, and will set at libertie him, whom the wicked hath snared.

“Zbog nevolje tlačenih i jauka ubogih sada ću ustati - govori Jahve - spasenje donijet' onom tko ga želi.”

6 The wordes of the Lord are pure wordes, as the siluer, tried in a fornace of earth, fined seuen folde.

Riječi su Jahvine riječi iskrene, srebro prokušano, od zemlje odvojeno, sedam puta očišćeno.

7 Thou wilt keepe them, O Lord: thou wilt preserue him from this generation for euer.

O Jahve, ti ćeš bdjeti nad nama, od naraštaja ovog čuvat' nas svagda,

8 The wicked walke on euery side: when they are exalted, it is a shame for the sonnes of men.

pa nek' se okolo vrzu zlotvori, nek' se izdižu ljudi najgori.