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.

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

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

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

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

Pokončal bode Gospod vse priliznene ustne, jezik visokobesedni;

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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