Psalms 12

1 TO THE OVERSEER. ON THE EIGHTH. A PSALM OF DAVID. Save, YHWH, for the saintly has failed, For the steadfast have ceased From the sons 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 each speak vanity with his neighbor, Lip of flattery! With heart and heart they speak.

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

3 YHWH cuts off all lips of flattery, A tongue speaking great things,

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

4 Who said, “By our tongue we do mightily: Our lips [are] our own; who [is] lord over us?”

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

5 Because of the spoiling of the poor, Because of the groaning of the needy, Now I arise, says YHWH, I set in safety [him who] breathes for it.

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

6 Sayings of YHWH [are] pure sayings—Silver tried in a furnace of earth, refined sevenfold.

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

7 You, O YHWH, preserve them, You keep us from this generation for all time.

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

8 The wicked walk around continually, According as vileness is exalted by sons of men!

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