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.

Siza, Nkosi, ngoba owesaba uNkulunkulu kasekho, ngoba abathembekileyo banyamalele basuka ebantwaneni babantu.

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

Bakhuluma okuyize, ngulowo lalowo lomakhelwane wakhe; indebe ezilalisayo, bakhuluma nganhliziyombili.

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

INkosi izaquma zonke indebe ezilalisayo, ulimi olukhuluma izinto zokuzidla;

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

abathi: Sizanqoba ngolimi lwethu, indebe zethu ngezethu; ngubani oyinkosi phezu kwethu?

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.”

Ngenxa yokubandezelwa kwabayanga, ngenxa yokububula kwabaswelayo, sengizavuka, kutsho iNkosi. Ngizabeka ekulondolozekeni amvuthelayo.

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

Amazwi eNkosi angamazwi ahlambulukileyo, isiliva esizanywe esithandweni senhlabathi, sihlanjululwe kasikhombisa.

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

Wena, Nkosi, uzabagcina, ubavikele kulesisizukulwana kuze kube nininini.

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

Ababi bayahambahamba inhlangothi zonke, lapho amanyala ephakanyiswa phakathi kwabantwana babantu.