Psalms 12

1 For the chief music-maker on the Sheminith. A Psalm. Of David. Send help, Lord, for mercy has come to an end; there is no more faith among the children of men.

Pomagaj, Gospode; jer nesta svetijeh, jer je malo vjernijeh meðu sinovima èovjeèijim.

2 Everyone says false words to his neighbour: their tongues are smooth in their talk, and their hearts are full of deceit.

Laž govore jedan drugome, usnama lažljivijem govore iz srca dvolièna.

3 The smooth lips and the tongue of pride will be cut off by the Lord.

Istrijebiæe Gospod sva usta lažljiva, jezik velièavi,

4 They have said, With our tongues will we overcome; our lips are ours: who is lord over us?

Ljude, koji govore: jezikom smo jaki, usta su naša u nas, ko je gospodar nad nama?

5 Because of the crushing of the poor and the weeping of those in need, now will I come to his help, says the Lord; I will give him the salvation which he is desiring.

Videæi stradanje nevoljnih i uzdisanje ništih, sad æu ustati, veli Gospod, i izbaviti onoga kome zlobe.

6 The words of the Lord are true words: like silver tested by fire and burned clean seven times.

Rijeèi su Gospodnje rijeèi èiste, srebro u vatri oèišæeno od zemlje, sedam puta pretopljeno.

7 You will keep them, O Lord, you will keep them safe from this generation for ever.

Ti æeš nas, Gospode, odbraniti, i saèuvati nas od roda ovoga dovijeka.

8 The sinners are walking on every side, and evil is honoured among the children of men.

Bezbožnici idu naokolo; kad se oni podižu, sramote se sinovi èovjeèiji.