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.

Ya Mukulu wa Bayimbi. Zabbuli ya Dawudi. Tuyambe, Ayi Mukama, kubanga tewakyali n’omu amanyi Katonda; abantu abeesigwa bonna baweddewo.

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

Buli muntu alimba munne; akamwa kaabwe akawaana koogera bya bulimba.

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

Mukama, osirise akamwa k’abo bonna abeewaanawaana, na buli lulimi olwenyumiriza;

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

nga boogera nti, “Tujja kuwangula n’olulimi lwaffe, era tufune byonna bye twetaaga n’akamwa kaffe, kubanga ani alitukuba ku mukono.”

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.”

Mukama ayogera nti, “Olw’okujoogebwa kw’abanafu, n’olw’okusinda kw’abali mu bwetaavu, nnaasituka kaakano ne nnwanirira abo abalumbibwa.”

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

Ebigambo bya Mukama bya bwesigwa era bya mazima. Bigeraageranyizibwa n’effeeza erongoosebbwa obulungi emirundi musanvu mu kyoto eky’ebbumba.

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

Ayi Mukama, tukwesiga ng’onootukuumanga, n’otuwonya abantu abali ng’abo emirembe gyonna.

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

Ababi beeyisaayisa nga bagulumiza ebitaliimu nsa.