1 For the chief music-maker on the Sheminith. A Psalm. Of David. 2 \12:1\Send help, Lord, for mercy has come to an end; there is no more faith among the children of men.3 \12:2\Everyone says false words to his neighbour: their tongues are smooth in their talk, and their hearts are full of deceit.4 \12:3\The smooth lips and the tongue of pride will be cut off by the Lord.5 \12:4\They have said, With our tongues will we overcome; our lips are ours: who is lord over us?6 \12:5\Because of the crushing of the poor and the weeping of those in need, now will I come to his help, says the Lord; I will give him the salvation which he is desiring.7 \12:6\The words of the Lord are true words: like silver tested by fire and burned clean seven times.8 \12:7\You will keep them, O Lord, you will keep them safe from this generation for ever.9 \12:8\The sinners are walking on every side, and evil is honoured among the children of men.

1 Til sangmesteren, efter Sjeminit*; en salme av David. / {* SLM 6, 1.}2 Frels, Herre! for de fromme er borte, de trofaste er forsvunnet blandt menneskenes barn.3 Løgn taler de, hver med sin næste, med falske leber; med tvesinnet hjerte taler de.4 Herren utrydde alle falske leber, den tunge som taler store ord,5 dem som sier: Ved vår tunge skal vi få overhånd, våre leber er med oss, hvem er herre over oss?6 For de elendiges ødeleggelses skyld, for de fattiges sukks skyld vil jeg nu reise mig, sier Herren; jeg vil gi dem frelse som stunder efter den.7 Herrens ord er rene ord, likesom sølv som er renset i en smeltedigel i jorden, syv ganger renset.8 Du, Herre, vil bevare dem, du vil vokte dem for denne slekt evindelig.9 Rundt omkring svermer de ugudelige, når skarn er ophøiet blandt menneskenes barn.