Psalmi 12

1 Pomagaj, Gospod, kajti bogaboječi človek izginja, kajti zvesti izmed človeških otrok slabi.

For the Chief Musician; set to the Sheminith. A Psalm of David. Help, Jehovah; for the godly man ceaseth; For the faithful fail from among the children of men.

2 Prazne reči govorijo vsak s svojim bližnjim. Govorijo z laskavimi ustnicami in dvoličnim srcem.

They speak falsehood every one with his neighbor: With flattering lip, and with a double heart, do they speak.

3 Gospod bo iztrebil vse laskave ustnice in jezik, ki govori ponosne stvari,

Jehovah will cut off all flattering lips, The tongue that speaketh great things;

4 ki so rekli: »S svojim jezikom bomo prevladali, naše ustnice so naša last. Kdo je gospodar nad nami?«

Who have said, With our tongue will we prevail; Our lips are our own: who is lord over us?

5 »Zaradi zatiranja siromašnega, zaradi vzdihovanja pomoči potrebnega se bom sedaj vzdignil, « govori Gospod, »postavil ga bom na varno pred tistim, ki se napihuje nad njim.«

Because of the oppression of the poor, because of the sighing of the needy, Now will I arise, saith Jehovah; I will set him in the safety he panteth for.

6 Gospodove besede so čiste besede; kakor srebro, preizkušeno v zemljini talilni peči, sedemkrat prečiščeno.

The words of Jehovah are pure words; As silver tried in a furnace on the earth, Purified seven times.

7 Ti jih boš varoval, oh Gospod, pred tem rodom jih boš ohranil na veke.

Thou wilt keep them, O Jehovah, Thou wilt preserve them from this generation for ever.

8 Zlobni hodijo na vsaki strani, ko so najnizkotnejši ljudje povišani.

The wicked walk on every side, When vileness is exalted among the sons of men.