Psalmi 12

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

To the chief Musician upon Sheminith, A Psalm of David. Help, LORD; 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 vanity every one with his neighbour: with flattering lips and with a double heart do they speak.

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

The LORD shall cut off all flattering lips, and the tongue that speaketh proud 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.«

For the oppression of the poor, for the sighing of the needy, now will I arise, saith the LORD; I will set him in safety from him that puffeth at him.

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

The words of the LORD are pure words: as silver tried in a furnace of earth, purified seven times.

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

Thou shalt keep them, O LORD, thou shalt 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 the vilest men are exalted.