Psalms 12

1 For the Chief Musician; upon an eight-stringed lyre. A Psalm of David. Help, Yahweh; for the godly man ceases. For the faithful fail from among the children of men.

Zborovođi. U oktavi. Psalam. Davidov. U pomoć, Jahve, jer nestaje pobožnih, vjernosti nema više među ljudima!

2 Everyone lies to his neighbor. They speak with flattering lips, and with a double heart.

Svatko laže svome bližnjemu, govori usnama lažljivim i srcem dvoličnim.

3 May Yahweh cut off all flattering lips, and the tongue that boasts,

Istrijebi, Jahve, sve usne lažljive i jezik hvastavi;

4 who have said, “With our tongue we will prevail. Our lips are our own. Who is lord over us?”

one što zbore: “Jezik je naša snaga, naše su usne za nas: tko nam što može?”

5 “Because of the oppression of the weak and because of the groaning of the needy, I will now arise,” says Yahweh; “I will set him in safety from those who malign him.”

“Zbog nevolje tlačenih i jauka ubogih sada ću ustati - govori Jahve - spasenje donijet' onom tko ga želi.”

6 Yahweh’s words are flawless words, as silver refined in a clay furnace, purified seven times.

Riječi su Jahvine riječi iskrene, srebro prokušano, od zemlje odvojeno, sedam puta očišćeno.

7 You will keep them, Yahweh. You will preserve them from this generation forever.

O Jahve, ti ćeš bdjeti nad nama, od naraštaja ovog čuvat' nas svagda,

8 The wicked walk on every side, when what is vile is exalted among the sons of men.

pa nek' se okolo vrzu zlotvori, nek' se izdižu ljudi najgori.