Psalms 12

1 For the chief musician; set to the Sheminith. A psalm of David. Help, Yahweh, for the godly have disappeared; the faithful have vanished.

Zborovođi. U oktavi. Psalam. Davidov. U pomoć, Jahve, jer nestaje pobožnih, vjernosti nema više među ljudima!

2 Everyone says empty words to his neighbor; everyone speaks with flattering lips and a double heart.

Svatko laže svome bližnjemu, govori usnama lažljivim i srcem dvoličnim.

3 Yahweh, cut off all flattering lips, every tongue declaring great things.

Istrijebi, Jahve, sve usne lažljive i jezik hvastavi;

4 These are those who have said, “With our tongues will we prevail. When our lips speak, who can be master over us?”

one što zbore: “Jezik je naša snaga, naše su usne za nas: tko nam što može?”

5 “Because of violence against the poor, because of the groans of the needy, I will arise,” says Yahweh. “I will provide the safety for which they long.”

“Zbog nevolje tlačenih i jauka ubogih sada ću ustati - govori Jahve - spasenje donijet' onom tko ga želi.”

6 The words of Yahweh are pure words, like silver purified in a furnace on the earth, refined seven times.

Riječi su Jahvine riječi iskrene, srebro prokušano, od zemlje odvojeno, sedam puta očišćeno.

7 You are Yahweh! You keep them. You preserve the godly people from this wicked generation and forever.

O Jahve, ti ćeš bdjeti nad nama, od naraštaja ovog čuvat' nas svagda,

8 The wicked walk on every side when evil is exalted among the children of mankind.

pa nek' se okolo vrzu zlotvori, nek' se izdižu ljudi najgori.