Psalms 12

1 To the Overseer, on the octave. — A Psalm of David. Save, Jehovah, for the saintly hath failed, For the stedfast have ceased From the sons of men:

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

2 Vanity they speak each with his neighbour, Lip of flattery! With heart and heart they speak.

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

3 Jehovah doth cut off all lips of flattery, A tongue speaking great things,

Istrijebi, Jahve, sve usne lažljive i jezik hvastavi;

4 Who said, 'By our tongue we do mightily: Our lips [are] our own; who [is] lord over us?'

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

5 Because of the spoiling of the poor, Because of the groaning of the needy, Now do I arise, saith Jehovah, I set in safety [him who] doth breathe for it.

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

6 Sayings of Jehovah [are] pure sayings; Silver tried in a furnace of earth refined sevenfold.

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

7 Thou, O Jehovah, dost preserve them, Thou keepest us from this generation to the age.

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

8 Around the wicked walk continually, According as vileness is exalted by sons of men!

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