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.

Načelniku godbe po osmini, psalm Davidov. Daj rešenje, Gospod, ker minil je dobrodelnik; ker izginili so resnični izmed sinov človeških.

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

Prazno govoré drug z drugim, s priliznenimi ustnami, z vojnim srcem govoré.

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

Pokončal bode Gospod vse priliznene ustne, jezik visokobesedni;

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

Njih, ki govoré: Našega jezika pravica bode obveljala, ustne naše so v naši oblasti, kdo bi bil nam gospod?

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.”

Od zatiranja siromakov ubozih, od vpitja revežev vstanem skoraj, govori Gospod; pomagal bodem njemu, v katerega bode pihal žarjavico krivični.

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

Besede Gospodove so čiste besede, srebro očiščeno v izbrani prsteni posodi, osnaženo sedemkrat.

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

Ti, Gospod, ohrani jih; vsakega izmed njih brani tega rodu na veke.

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

Krivični hodijo okrog povsodi, ko se povzdiguje malopridna reč med človeškimi sinovi.