Psalms 12

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Zlobni hodijo na vsaki strani, ko so najnizkotnejši ljudje povišani.