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.

Pomagaj, Gospode; jer nesta svetijeh, jer je malo vjernijeh meðu sinovima èovjeèijim.

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

Laž govore jedan drugome, usnama lažljivijem govore iz srca dvolièna.

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

Istrijebiæe Gospod sva usta lažljiva, jezik velièavi,

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

Ljude, koji govore: jezikom smo jaki, usta su naša u nas, ko je gospodar nad nama?

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.”

Videæi stradanje nevoljnih i uzdisanje ništih, sad æu ustati, veli Gospod, i izbaviti onoga kome zlobe.

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

Rijeèi su Gospodnje rijeèi èiste, srebro u vatri oèišæeno od zemlje, sedam puta pretopljeno.

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

Ti æeš nas, Gospode, odbraniti, i saèuvati nas od roda ovoga dovijeka.

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

Bezbožnici idu naokolo; kad se oni podižu, sramote se sinovi èovjeèiji.