Psalmi 12

1 Dāvida dziesma, dziedātāju vadonim uz astoņām stīgām. Palīdz, ak Kungs! Jo svētie ir zustin zuduši, un ticīgo ir maz starp cilvēku bērniem.

For the music director. To the Sheminith. A psalm of David. Help, Lord, for all the good people have gone! Those who trust in you have disappeared from among the people on earth.

2 Tie runā nelietību ikviens ar savu tuvāko; lūpām smaidīdami, ar divējādu sirdi tie runā.

Everyone lies to their neighbors. They flatter with nice talk, but they don't mean what they say.

3 Lai Tas Kungs izdeldē visu liekulību, to mēli, kas runā lielību,

Stop their flattery, Lord, and silence their boasts—

4 Kas saka: mēs pārvarēsim ar savu mēli, mūsu mute ir ar mums; kas mums ir par kungu?

these people who say, “We will succeed through what we say; our mouths belong to us. We don't take orders from anyone!”

5 Tad nu nabagu postīšanas dēļ un bēdīgo nopūšanās dēļ Es celšos, saka Tas Kungs: Es došu pestīšanu tam, kas pēc tās ilgojās.

“Because of the violence the helpless have suffered, and because of the groans of the poor, I will rise up to defend them,” says the Lord. “I will give them the protection they have been longing for.”

6 Tā Kunga vārdi ir šķīsti vārdi, kā sudrabs mālu traukā kausēts un septiņkārt šķīstīts.

What the Lord says is trustworthy, as pure as silver refined seven times in a furnace.

7 Kaut Tu, ak Kungs, tos gribētu pasargāt, kaut Tu mūs gribētu paglabāt no šīs cilts mūžīgi.

You, Lord will keep the oppressed safe; you will protect us from these kinds of people forever;

8 Bezdievīgie lepni staigā visapkārt, kur netiklība augsti ceļas starp cilvēku bērniem.

even though the wicked are all around us, and evil is being promoted everywhere.