Psalms 12

1 For the choirmaster. According to Sheminith. A Psalm of David. Help, O LORD, for the godly are no more; the faithful have vanished from among men.

Kwa mtsogoleri wa mayimbidwe. Monga mwa mayimbidwe seminiti. Salimo la Davide. Thandizeni Yehova pakuti palibe munthu wokhulupirika; okhulupirika akusowa pakati pa anthu.

2 They lie to one another; they speak with flattering lips and a double heart.

Aliyense amanamiza mʼbale wake; ndi pakamwa pawo pabodza amayankhula zachinyengo.

3 May the LORD cut off all flattering lips and every boastful tongue.

Inu Yehova tsekani milomo yonse yachinyengo ndi pakamwa paliponse podzikuza.

4 They say, “With our tongues we will prevail. We own our lips—who can be our master?”

Pakamwa pamene pamati, “Ife tidzapambana ndi kuyankhula kwathu; pakamwapa ndi pathupathu, tsono mbuye wathu ndani?”

5 “For the cause of the oppressed and for the groaning of the needy, I will now arise,” says the LORD. “I will bring safety to him who yearns.”

“Chifukwa cha kuponderezedwa kwa anthu opanda mphamvu ndi kubuwula kwa anthu osowa, Ine ndidzauka tsopano,” akutero Yehova, “Ndidzawateteza kwa owazunza.”

6 The words of the LORD are flawless, like silver refined in a furnace, like gold purified sevenfold.

Ndipo mawu a Yehova ndi angwiro monga siliva oyengedwa mʼngʼanjo yadothi, oyengedwa kasanu nʼkawiri.

7 You, O LORD, will keep us; You will forever guard us from this generation.

Inu Yehova mudzatitchinjiriza ndipo mudzatiteteza kwa anthu otere kwamuyaya.

8 The wicked wander freely, and vileness is exalted among men.

Oyipa amangoyendayenda ponseponse anthu akamayamikira zochita zawo.