Psalmi 12

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

“For the leader of the music; to the octave. A psalm of David.” Help, LORD; for the godly man ceaseth; The faithful are failing among men.

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

They speak falsehood one to another; With flattering lips, with a double heart, do they speak.

3 Pokončal bode Gospod vse priliznene ustne, jezik visokobesedni;

May the LORD destroy all flattering lips, And the tongue which speaketh proud things!

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

Who say, “With our tongues will we prevail; Our lips are our reliance; 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 and the sighing of the wretched, Now will I stand up, saith the LORD; I will set in safety him whom they puff at.

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

The words of the LORD are pure; Like silver purified in a furnace on the earth, Seven times refined.

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

Thou, O LORD! will watch over them; Thou wilt 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 of men are exalted.