Psalmi 12

1 Dāvida dziesma, dziedātāju vadonim uz astoņām stīgām. Palīdz, ak Kungs! Jo svētie ir zustin zuduši, un ticīgo ir maz starp cilvēku bērniem.

For the end, A Psalm of David, upon the eighth. Save me, O Lord; for the godly man has failed; for truth is diminished from amongst the children of men.

2 Tie runā nelietību ikviens ar savu tuvāko; lūpām smaidīdami, ar divējādu sirdi tie runā.

Every one has spoken vanity to his neighbour: their lips are deceitful, they have spoken with a double heart.

3 Lai Tas Kungs izdeldē visu liekulību, to mēli, kas runā lielību,

Let the Lord destroy all the deceitful lips, and the tongue that speaks great words:

4 Kas saka: mēs pārvarēsim ar savu mēli, mūsu mute ir ar mums; kas mums ir par kungu?

who have said, We will magnify our tongue; our lips are our own: who is Lord of us?

5 Tad nu nabagu postīšanas dēļ un bēdīgo nopūšanās dēļ Es celšos, saka Tas Kungs: Es došu pestīšanu tam, kas pēc tās ilgojās.

Because of the misery of the poor, and because of the sighing of the needy, now will I arise, says the Lord, I will set [them] in safety; I will speak [to them] thereof openly.

6 Tā Kunga vārdi ir šķīsti vārdi, kā sudrabs mālu traukā kausēts un septiņkārt šķīstīts.

The oracles of the Lord are pure oracles; as silver tried in the fire, proved [in] a furnace of earth, purified seven times.

7 Kaut Tu, ak Kungs, tos gribētu pasargāt, kaut Tu mūs gribētu paglabāt no šīs cilts mūžīgi.

You, O Lord, shall keep us, and shall preserve us, from this generation, and for ever.

8 Bezdievīgie lepni staigā visapkārt, kur netiklība augsti ceļas starp cilvēku bērniem.

The ungodly walk around: according to your greatness you has greatly exalted the sons of men.