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 among the children of men.

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

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

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

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

Istrijebiæe Gospod sva usta lažljiva, jezik velièavi,

4 who have said, “With our tongue we will prevail. Our lips are our own. 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 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.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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