Psalmi 12

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

For the choirmaster. According to Sheminith. A Psalm of David. Help, O LORD, for the godly are no more; the faithful have vanished from among men.

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

They lie to one another; they speak with flattering lips and a double heart.

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

May the LORD cut off all flattering lips and every boastful tongue.

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

They say, “With our tongues we will prevail. We own our lips—who can be our master?”

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.«

“For the cause of the oppressed and for the groaning of the needy, I will now arise,” says the LORD. “I will bring safety to him who yearns.”

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

The words of the LORD are flawless, like silver refined in a furnace, like gold purified sevenfold.

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

You, O LORD, will keep us; You will forever guard us from this generation.

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

The wicked wander freely, and vileness is exalted among men.