< 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.
Pomagaj, Gospod, kajti bogaboječi človek izginja, kajti zvesti izmed človeških otrok slabi.
2 Everyone lies to his neighbor. They speak with flattering lips, and with a double heart.
Prazne reči govorijo vsak s svojim bližnjim. Govorijo z laskavimi ustnicami in dvoličnim srcem.
3 May the LORD cut off all flattering lips, and the tongue that boasts,
Gospod bo iztrebil vse laskave ustnice in jezik, ki govori ponosne stvari,
4 who have said, "With our tongue we will prevail. Our lips are our own. Who is lord over us?"
ki so rekli: »S svojim jezikom bomo prevladali, naše ustnice so naša last. Kdo je gospodar nad nami?«
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."
»Zaradi zatiranja siromašnega, zaradi vzdihovanja pomoči potrebnega se bom sedaj vzdignil, « govori Gospod, »postavil ga bom na varno pred tistim, ki se napihuje nad njim.«
6 The words of the LORD are flawless words, as silver refined in a clay furnace, purified seven times.
Gospodove besede so čiste besede; kakor srebro, preizkušeno v zemljini talilni peči, sedemkrat prečiščeno.
7 You, LORD, will protect us. You will guard us from this generation forever.
Ti jih boš varoval, oh Gospod, pred tem rodom jih boš ohranil na veke.
8 The wicked walk on every side, when what is vile is exalted among the descendants of Adam.
Zlobni hodijo na vsaki strani, ko so najnizkotnejši ljudje povišani.

< Psalms 12 >