Psalmi 12

1 Načelniku godbe po osmini, psalm Davidov. Daj rešenje, Gospod, ker minil je dobrodelnik; ker izginili so resnični izmed sinov človeških.

Help, Yhwh; for the godly man ceaseth; for the faithful fail from among the children of men.

2 Prazno govoré drug z drugim, s priliznenimi ustnami, z vojnim srcem govoré.

They speak vanity every one with his neighbour: with flattering lips and with a double heart do they speak.

3 Pokončal bode Gospod vse priliznene ustne, jezik visokobesedni;

Yhwh shall cut off all flattering lips, and the tongue that speaketh proud things:

4 Njih, ki govoré: Našega jezika pravica bode obveljala, ustne naše so v naši oblasti, kdo bi bil nam gospod?

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

5 Od zatiranja siromakov ubozih, od vpitja revežev vstanem skoraj, govori Gospod; pomagal bodem njemu, v katerega bode pihal žarjavico krivični.

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

6 Besede Gospodove so čiste besede, srebro očiščeno v izbrani prsteni posodi, osnaženo sedemkrat.

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

7 Ti, Gospod, ohrani jih; vsakega izmed njih brani tega rodu na veke.

Thou shalt keep them, O Yhwh, thou shalt preserve them from this generation for ever.

8 Krivični hodijo okrog povsodi, ko se povzdiguje malopridna reč med človeškimi sinovi.

The wicked walk on every side, when the vilest men are exalted.