Psalmi 12

1 Pomagaj, Gospode; jer nesta svetijeh, jer je malo vjernijeh meðu sinovima èovjeèijim.

To him that excelleth upon the eight tune. A Psalme of Dauid. Helpe Lord, for there is not a godly man left: for the faithfull are fayled from among the children of men.

2 Laž govore jedan drugome, usnama lažljivijem govore iz srca dvolièna.

They speake deceitfully euery one with his neighbour, flattering with their lips, and speake with a double heart.

3 Istrijebiæe Gospod sva usta lažljiva, jezik velièavi,

The Lord cut off all flattering lippes, and the tongue that speaketh proude things:

4 Ljude, koji govore: jezikom smo jaki, usta su naša u nas, ko je gospodar nad nama?

Which haue saide, With our tongue will we preuaile: our lippes are our owne: who is Lord ouer vs?

5 Videæi stradanje nevoljnih i uzdisanje ništih, sad æu ustati, veli Gospod, i izbaviti onoga kome zlobe.

Now for the oppression of the needy, and for the sighes of the poore, I will vp, sayeth the Lord, and will set at libertie him, whom the wicked hath snared.

6 Rijeèi su Gospodnje rijeèi èiste, srebro u vatri oèišæeno od zemlje, sedam puta pretopljeno.

The wordes of the Lord are pure wordes, as the siluer, tried in a fornace of earth, fined seuen folde.

7 Ti æeš nas, Gospode, odbraniti, i saèuvati nas od roda ovoga dovijeka.

Thou wilt keepe them, O Lord: thou wilt preserue him from this generation for euer.

8 Bezbožnici idu naokolo; kad se oni podižu, sramote se sinovi èovjeèiji.

The wicked walke on euery side: when they are exalted, it is a shame for the sonnes of men.