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 mwimbishaji. Mtindo wa sheminithi. Zaburi ya Daudi. Bwana tusaidie, kwa kuwa wacha Mungu wametoweka; waaminifu wametoweka miongoni mwa wanadamu.

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

Kila mmoja humwambia jirani yake uongo; midomo yao ya hila huzungumza kwa udanganyifu.

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

Bwana na akatilie mbali midomo yote ya hila na kila ulimi uliojaa majivuno,

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

ule unaosema, “Kwa ndimi zetu tutashinda; midomo ni mali yetu, bwana wetu ni nani?”

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.”

“Kwa sababu ya uonevu wa wanyonge na kulia kwa uchungu kwa wahitaji, nitainuka sasa,” asema Bwana. “Nitawalinda kutokana na wale wenye nia mbaya juu yao.”

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

Maneno ya Bwana ni safi, kama fedha iliyosafishwa katika tanuru, iliyosafishwa mara saba.

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

Ee Bwana, utatuweka salama na kutulinda na kizazi hiki milele.

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

Watu waovu huenda wakiringa kila mahali wakati ambapo yule aliye mbaya sana ndiye anayeheshimiwa miongoni mwa watu.