Salme 12

1 (Til sangmesteren. Efter den ottende. En salme af David.) HERRE, hjælp, thi de fromme er borte, svundet er Troskab blandt Menneskens Børn;

To the choirmaster on the sheminith a psalm of David. Save! O Yahweh for he has come to an end [the] faithful for they have vanished faithful [people] from [the] children of humankind.

2 de taler Løgn, den ene til den anden, med svigefulde Læber og tvedelt Hjerte.

Falsehood - they speak each with neighbor his a lip of flatteri with a heart and a heart they speak.

3 Hver svigefuld Læbe udrydde HERREN, den Tunge, der taler store Ord,

May he cut off Yahweh all [the] lips of flatteri a tongue [which] speaks great [things].

4 dem, som siger: "Vor Tunge gør os stærke, vore Læber er med os, hvo er vor Herre?"

Which they say - tongues our we will make strong lips our [are] with us who? [is] master of us.

5 "For armes Nød og fattiges Suk vil jeg nu stå op", siger HERREN, "jeg frelser den, som man blæser ad."

From [the] devastation of afflicted [people] from [the] groaning of needy [people] now I will arise he says Yahweh I will set in [the] safety [one who] he pants for it.

6 HERRENs Ord er rene Ord, det pure, syvfold lutrede Sølv.

[the] words of Yahweh [are] words pure silver refined in a crucible of the earth purified sevenfold.

7 HERRE, du vogter os, værner os evigt mod denne Slægt.

You O Yahweh you will keep them you will guard him - from the generation this for ever.

8 De gudløse færdes frit overalt, når Skarn ophøjes blandt Menneskens Børn.

All around wicked [people] they walk about! when is exalted vileness by [the] children of humankind.