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, Yahweh, for the godly have disappeared; the faithful have vanished.

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

Everyone says empty words to his neighbor; everyone speaks with flattering lips and a double heart.

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

Yahweh, cut off all flattering lips, every tongue declaring great things.

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

These are those who have said, “With our tongues will we prevail. When our lips speak, who can be master 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 violence against the poor, because of the groans of the needy, I will arise,” says Yahweh. “I will provide the safety for which they long.”

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

The words of Yahweh are pure words, like silver purified in a furnace on the earth, refined seven times.

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

You are Yahweh! You keep them. You preserve the godly people from this wicked generation and forever.

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

The wicked walk on every side when evil is exalted among the children of mankind.