PSALMS 12	المزمور الثانى عشر
1 To the Chief Musician. On an eight-stringed harp. A Psalm of David. Help, Lord, for the godly man ceases! For the faithful disappear from among the sons of men.	1 لإِمَامِ الْمُغَنِّينَ عَلَى [الْقَرَارِ]. مَزْمُورٌ لِدَاوُدَ خَلِّصْ يَا رَبُّ لأَنَّهُ قَدِ انْقَرَضَ التَّقِيُّ لأَنَّهُ قَدِ انْقَطَعَ الأُمَنَاءُ مِنْ بَنِي الْبَشَرِ.
2 They speak idly everyone with his neighbor; With flattering lips and a double heart they speak.	2 يَتَكَلَّمُونَ بِالْكَذِبِ كُلُّ وَاحِدٍ مَعَ صَاحِبِهِ بِشِفَاهٍ مَلِقَةٍ بِقَلْبٍ فَقَلْبٍ يَتَكَلَّمُونَ.
3 May the Lord cut off all flattering lips, And the tongue that speaks proud things,	3 يَقْطَعُ الرَّبُّ جَمِيعَ الشِّفَاهِ الْمَلِقَةِ وَاللِّسَانَ الْمُتَكَلِّمَ بِالْعَظَائِمِ
4 Who have said, "With our tongue we will prevail; Our lips are our own; Who is lord over us?"	4 الَّذِينَ قَالُوا: [بِأَلْسِنَتِنَا نَتَجَبَّرُ. شِفَاهُنَا مَعَنَا. مَنْ هُوَ سَيِّدٌ عَلَيْنَا؟].
5 "For the oppression of the poor, for the sighing of the needy, Now I will arise," says the Lord; "I will set him in the safety for which he yearns."	5 [مِنِ اغْتِصَابِ الْمَسَاكِينِ مِنْ صَرْخَةِ الْبَائِسِينَ الآنَ أَقُومُ يَقُولُ الرَّبُّ. [أَجْعَلُ فِي وُسْعٍ الَّذِي يُنْفُثُ فِيهِ].
6 The words of the Lord are pure words, Like silver tried in a furnace of earth, Purified seven times.	6 كَلاَمُ الرَّبِّ كَلاَمٌ نَقِيٌّ كَفِضَّةٍ مُصَفَّاةٍ فِي بُوطَةٍ فِي الأَرْضِ مَمْحُوصَةٍ سَبْعَ مَرَّاتٍ.
7 You shall keep them, O Lord, You shall preserve them from this generation forever.	7 أَنْتَ يَا رَبُّ تَحْفَظُهُمْ. تَحْرُسُهُمْ مِنْ هَذَا الْجِيلِ إِلَى الدَّهْرِ.
8 The wicked prowl on every side, When vileness is exalted among the sons of men.	8 الأَشْرَارُ يَتَمَشُّونَ مِنْ كُلِّ نَاحِيَةٍ عِنْدَ ارْتِفَاعِ الأَرْذَالِ بَيْنَ النَّاسِ.