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:

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

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

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

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

Pokončal bode Gospod vse priliznene ustne, jezik visokobesedni;

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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