Psalms 12

1 [For the Chief Musician; upon an eight-stringed lyre. A Psalm of David.] Help, LORD; for the faithful ceases. For the loyal have vanished from among the descendants of Adam.

١ لِقَائِدِ الْمُنْشِدِينَ عَلَى الْقَرَارِ. مَزْمُورٌ لِدَاوُدَ أَغِثْ يَا رَبُّ لأَنَّهُ قَدِ انْقَرَضَ التَّقِيُّ، وَاخْتَفَى الأُمَنَاءُ مِنْ بَيْنِ بَنِي الْبَشَرِ.

2 Everyone lies to his neighbor. They speak with flattering lips, and with a double heart.

٢ كُلُّ إِنْسَانٍ يُخَاطِبُ صَاحِبَهُ بِالْبَاطِلِ: بِشِفَاهٍ مَلِقَةٍ وَقُلُوبٍ مُنَافِقَةٍ يَتَحَادَثُونَ.

3 May the LORD cut off all flattering lips, and the tongue that boasts,

٣ يَقْطَعُ الرَّبُّ كُلَّ الشِّفَاهِ الْمَلِقَةِ، وَكُلَّ لِسَانٍ مُتَبَجِّحٍ.

4 who have said, "With our tongue we will prevail. Our lips are our own. Who is lord over us?"

٤ الَّذِينَ قَالُوا: أَلْسِنَتُنَا لَنَا وَبِهَا نَسُودُ. فَمَنْ يَتَحَكَّمُ فِينَا؟

5 "Because of the oppression of the weak and because of the groaning of the needy, I will now arise," says the LORD; "I will place in safety the one who longs for it."

٥ وَلَكِنَّ الرَّبَّ يَقُولُ: إِنْقَاذاً لِلْمَسَاكِينِ، وَاسْتِجَابَةً لِتَنَهُّدَاتِ الْمَظْلُومِينَ، أَهُبُّ الآنَ لأُفَرِّجَ كُرْبَةَ الْمُتَضَايِقِينَ.

6 The words of the LORD are flawless words, as silver refined in a clay furnace, purified seven times.

٦ أَقْوَالُ الرَّبِّ خَالِصَةٌ لَا شَائِبَةَ فِيهَا، كالْفِضَّةِ الْمُنَقَّاةِ الْمُصَفَّاةِ سَبْعَ مَرَّاتٍ فِي بَوتَقَةٍ مُحَمَّاةٍ.

7 You, LORD, will protect us. You will guard us from this generation forever.

٧ أَنْتَ يَا رَبُّ تَحْفَظُ الأَبْرَارَ، وَتَقِيهِمْ إِلَى الأَبَدِ مِنْ جِيلِ الأَشْرَارِ.

8 The wicked walk on every side, when what is vile is exalted among the descendants of Adam.

٨ يَتَجَوَّلُ الأَشْرَارُ أَحْرَاراً فِي كُلِّ نَاحِيَةٍ، عِنْدَمَا يَتَبَوَّأُ أَرَاذِلُ النَّاسِ الْمَقَامَاتِ الرَّفِيعَةَ.