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.

Kumutungamiri wokuimba. Nesheminiti. Pisarema raDhavhidhi. Batsirai, imi Jehovha, nokuti vanoda Mwari hapachina; vakatendeka vapera pakati pavanhu.

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

Mumwe nomumwe anorevera wokwake nhema; miromo yavo inobata kumeso nokutaura zvinonyengera.

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

Jehovha ngaagure miromo yose inobata kumeso, norurimi rumwe norumwe runozvikudza

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

ruchiti, “Tichakunda nendimi dzedu; miromo ndeyedu, tenzi wedu ndiani?”

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.”

“Nokuda kwokumanikidzwa kwavasina simba nokugomera kwavarombo, ndichasimuka zvino,” ndizvo zvinotaura Jehovha. “Ndichavadzivirira kuna avo vanovaparadza.”

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

Uye mashoko aJehovha haana chaangapomerwa, sesirivha yakacheneswa muchoto chevhu, yakanatswa kanomwe.

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

Imi Jehovha, muchatichengeta murugare uye muchatidzivirira kubva kuvanhu vakadai nokusingaperi.

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

Vakaipa vanofamba-famba vakasununguka kana zvakashata zvichikudzwa pakati pavanhu.