Psalms 12

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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