Psalms 12

1 For the Leader; on the Sheminith. A Psalm of David. Help, LORD; for the godly man ceaseth; for the faithful fail from among the children of men.

Til Sangmesteren. Efter den ottende. En Salme af David.

2 They speak falsehood every one with his neighbour; with flattering lip, and with a double heart, do they speak.

HERRE, hjælp, thi de fromme er borte, svundet er Troskab blandt Menneskens Børn;

3 May the LORD cut off all flattering lips, the tongue that speaketh proud things!

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

4 Who have said: 'Our tongue will we make mighty; our lips are with us: who is lord over us?'

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

5 'For the oppression of the poor, for the sighing of the needy, now will I arise', saith the LORD; 'I will set him in safety at whom they puff.'

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

6 The words of the LORD are pure words, as silver tried in a crucible on the earth, refined seven times.

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

7 Thou wilt keep them, O LORD; Thou wilt preserve us from this generation for ever.

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

8 The wicked walk on every side, when vileness is exalted among the sons of men.

HERRE, du vogter os, værner os evigt mod denne Slægt. De gudløse færdes frit overalt, naar Skarn ophøjes blandt Menneskens Børn.