Psalms 12

1 To him that excelleth upon the eight tune. A Psalme of Dauid. Helpe Lord, for there is not a godly man left: for the faithfull are fayled from among the children of men.

Pomagaj, Gospod, kajti bogaboječi človek izginja, kajti zvesti izmed človeških otrok slabi.

2 They speake deceitfully euery one with his neighbour, flattering with their lips, and speake with a double heart.

Prazne reči govorijo vsak s svojim bližnjim. Govorijo z laskavimi ustnicami in dvoličnim srcem.

3 The Lord cut off all flattering lippes, and the tongue that speaketh proude things:

Gospod bo iztrebil vse laskave ustnice in jezik, ki govori ponosne stvari,

4 Which haue saide, With our tongue will we preuaile: our lippes are our owne: who is Lord ouer vs?

ki so rekli: »S svojim jezikom bomo prevladali, naše ustnice so naša last. Kdo je gospodar nad nami?«

5 Now for the oppression of the needy, and for the sighes of the poore, I will vp, sayeth the Lord, and will set at libertie him, whom the wicked hath snared.

»Zaradi zatiranja siromašnega, zaradi vzdihovanja pomoči potrebnega se bom sedaj vzdignil, « govori Gospod, »postavil ga bom na varno pred tistim, ki se napihuje nad njim.«

6 The wordes of the Lord are pure wordes, as the siluer, tried in a fornace of earth, fined seuen folde.

Gospodove besede so čiste besede; kakor srebro, preizkušeno v zemljini talilni peči, sedemkrat prečiščeno.

7 Thou wilt keepe them, O Lord: thou wilt preserue him from this generation for euer.

Ti jih boš varoval, oh Gospod, pred tem rodom jih boš ohranil na veke.

8 The wicked walke on euery side: when they are exalted, it is a shame for the sonnes of men.

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