Salmos 12
(Til sangmesteren. Efter den ottende. En salme af David.) HERRE, hjælp, thi de fromme er borte, svundet er Troskab blandt Menneskens Børn;
de taler Løgn, den ene til den anden, med svigefulde Læber og tvedelt Hjerte.
Hver svigefuld Læbe udrydde HERREN, den Tunge, der taler store Ord,
HERRENs Ord er rene Ord, det pure, syvfold lutrede Sølv.
HERRE, du vogter os, værner os evigt mod denne Slægt.
De gudløse færdes frit overalt, når Skarn ophøjes blandt Menneskens Børn.
[To the chief Musician upon Sheminith, A Psalm of David.] Help, LORD; for the godly man ceaseth; for the faithful fail from among the children of men. {upon...: or, upon the eighth} {Help: or, Save}
They speak vanity every one with his neighbour: {with} flattering lips {and} with a double heart do they speak. {a double...: Heb. an heart and an heart}
The LORD shall cut off all flattering lips, {and} the tongue that speaketh proud things: {proud: Heb. great}
Who have said, With our tongue will we prevail; our lips {are} our own: who {is} lord over us? {are...: Heb. are with us}
For the oppression of the poor, for the sighing of the needy, now will I arise, saith the LORD; I will set {him} in safety {from him that} puffeth at him. {puffeth...: or, would ensnare him}
The words of the LORD {are} pure words: {as} silver tried in a furnace of earth, purified seven times.
Thou shalt keep them, O LORD, thou shalt preserve them from this generation for ever. {them from: Heb. him, etc: that is, every one of them, etc}
The wicked walk on every side, when the vilest men are exalted. {men: Heb. of the sons of the men}