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.

(Til sangmesteren. Efter den ottende. En salme af David.) HERRE, hjælp, thi de fromme er borte, svundet er Troskab blandt Menneskens Børn;

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

de taler Løgn, den ene til den anden, med svigefulde Læber og tvedelt Hjerte.

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

Hver svigefuld Læbe udrydde HERREN, den Tunge, der taler store Ord,

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

dem, som siger: "Vor Tunge gør os stærke, vore Læber er med os, hvo er vor Herre?"

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.

"For armes Nød og fattiges Suk vil jeg nu stå op", siger HERREN, "jeg frelser den, som man blæser ad."

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

HERRENs Ord er rene Ord, det pure, syvfold lutrede Sølv.

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

HERRE, du vogter os, værner os evigt mod denne Slægt.

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

De gudløse færdes frit overalt, når Skarn ophøjes blandt Menneskens Børn.