Psalms 12

1 For the end, A Psalm of David, upon the eighth. Save me, O Lord; for the godly man has failed; for truth is diminished from among the children of men.

Dāvida dziesma, dziedātāju vadonim uz astoņām stīgām. Palīdz, ak Kungs! Jo svētie ir zustin zuduši, un ticīgo ir maz starp cilvēku bērniem.

2 Every one has spoken vanity to his neighbor: their lips are deceitful, they have spoken with a double heart.

Tie runā nelietību ikviens ar savu tuvāko; lūpām smaidīdami, ar divējādu sirdi tie runā.

3 Let the Lord destroy all the deceitful lips, and the tongue that speaks great words:

Lai Tas Kungs izdeldē visu liekulību, to mēli, kas runā lielību,

4 who have said, We will magnify our tongue; our lips are our own: who is Lord of us?

Kas saka: mēs pārvarēsim ar savu mēli, mūsu mute ir ar mums; kas mums ir par kungu?

5 Because of the misery of the poor, and because of the sighing of the needy, now will I arise, says the Lord, I will set [them] in safety; I will speak [to them] thereof openly.

Tad nu nabagu postīšanas dēļ un bēdīgo nopūšanās dēļ Es celšos, saka Tas Kungs: Es došu pestīšanu tam, kas pēc tās ilgojās.

6 The oracles of the Lord are pure oracles; as silver tried in the fire, proved [in] a furnace of earth, purified seven times.

Tā Kunga vārdi ir šķīsti vārdi, kā sudrabs mālu traukā kausēts un septiņkārt šķīstīts.

7 You, O Lord, shall keep us, and shall preserve us, from this generation, and for ever.

Kaut Tu, ak Kungs, tos gribētu pasargāt, kaut Tu mūs gribētu paglabāt no šīs cilts mūžīgi.

8 The ungodly walk around: according to your greatness you has greatly exalted the sons of men.

Bezdievīgie lepni staigā visapkārt, kur netiklība augsti ceļas starp cilvēku bērniem.