Dee 12 Psalm

To daen haupt Musikaunt opp Scheminot, en Psalm fonn Doft.

Halp, O Herr Gott, dan dee Heilje sent feschwunje; dan dee Tru sent, sent nijch to finje mank dee Mensche Säns.

Dee raede Nutslooset, en jieda met sien Noba, met Leppe dee schmeijchle un räde met en dobbeldet Hoat.

Dee Herr Gott woat aule aufschniede dee met schmeijchel Leppe räde, un ne Tunj dee Stolltet räde deit;

dee saje: "Wie woare jewenne met onnse Tunje, onnse Leppe jeheare onns, wäa es Herr äwa onns?"

"Ekj woa nu oppstone fa dee Oame äa Bedrekje un daut Sefte fa dee Bederftje," sajcht dee Herr Gott. "Ekj woa dän fesejchre, hee stänt doafäa."

Däm Herr Gott siene Wead sent ajchte Wead, soo aus Selwa daut jereinijcht es enn en eadna Owe, säwen mol jereinijcht.

Du woascht dän behoole, O Herr Gott; du woascht dän behoole fonn dit Jeschlajcht fa emma.

Dee Beese wanke romm aun aule Siede wan dee Beese Mensche Säns daut Beeset lowe.

Psalm 12[a]

For the director of music. According to sheminith.[b] A psalm of David.

Help, Lord, for no one is faithful anymore;(A)
    those who are loyal have vanished from the human race.
Everyone lies(B) to their neighbor;
    they flatter with their lips
    but harbor deception in their hearts.(C)

May the Lord silence all flattering lips(D)
    and every boastful tongue—(E)
those who say,
    “By our tongues we will prevail;(F)
    our own lips will defend us—who is lord over us?”

“Because the poor are plundered(G) and the needy groan,(H)
    I will now arise,(I)” says the Lord.
    “I will protect them(J) from those who malign them.”
And the words of the Lord are flawless,(K)
    like silver purified(L) in a crucible,(M)
    like gold[c] refined seven times.

You, Lord, will keep the needy safe(N)
    and will protect us forever from the wicked,(O)
who freely strut(P) about
    when what is vile is honored by the human race.

Footnotes

  1. Psalm 12:1 In Hebrew texts 12:1-8 is numbered 12:2-9.
  2. Psalm 12:1 Title: Probably a musical term
  3. Psalm 12:6 Probable reading of the original Hebrew text; Masoretic Text earth

12 Help, Lord; for the godly man ceaseth; for the faithful fail from among the children of men.

They speak vanity every one with his neighbour: with flattering lips and with a double heart do they speak.

The Lord shall cut off all flattering lips, and the tongue that speaketh proud things:

Who have said, With our tongue will we prevail; our lips are our own: who is lord over 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.

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.

The wicked walk on every side, when the vilest men are exalted.