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.

Yahweh, help us! [It seems that] people who are loyal to you have all vanished.

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

Everyone tells lies to other people; they deceive others by (flattering them/saying good things about them that they know are not true).

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

Yahweh, we wish that you would cut off their tongues so that they cannot continue to boast.

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

They say, “By telling lies we will get what we want; we control what we say [MTY], so no one can tell us what we should not do!”

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

But Yahweh replies, “I have seen the violent things that they have done to helpless people; and I have heard those people groaning, so I will arise and rescue the people who are wanting me to help them.”

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

Yahweh, you always do what you have promised to do; what you have promised is [as precious and pure as] silver that has been heated seven times in a furnace [to get rid of all the] impure material.

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

Wicked people strut around [proudly], and people praise them for doing vile/wicked deeds, but Yahweh, [we know that] you will protect/rescue us from those wicked people.

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