Psalms 12

1 For the chief music-maker on the Sheminith. A Psalm. Of David. Send help, Lord, for mercy has come to an end; there is no more faith among the children of men.

Kumqondisi wokuhlabela. Ngendlela yesheminithi. Ihubo likaDavida. Siza Thixo, ngoba kabasekho abakholwayo; abathembekileyo sebenyamalele kabasekho ebantwini.

2 Everyone says false words to his neighbour: their tongues are smooth in their talk, and their hearts are full of deceit.

Bonke baqamba amanga kubomakhelwane babo; izindebe zabo eziyengayo zihlezi zikhuluma inkohliso esezinhliziyweni zabo.

3 The smooth lips and the tongue of pride will be cut off by the Lord.

Sengathi uThixo angaziquma zonke izindebe ezikhohlisayo kanye laluphi ulimi oluzikhukhumezayo

4 They have said, With our tongues will we overcome; our lips are ours: who is lord over us?

oluthi, “Sizanqoba ngendimi zethu; izindebe zethu zizasilwela ngubani oyinkosi yethu na?”

5 Because of the crushing of the poor and the weeping of those in need, now will I come to his help, says the Lord; I will give him the salvation which he is desiring.

“Ngenxa yokuncindezelwa kwabayanga lokububula kwabaswelayo, sengizavuka khathesi,” kutsho uThixo. “Ngizabavikela kulabo ababachukuluzayo.”

6 The words of the Lord are true words: like silver tested by fire and burned clean seven times.

Njalo amazwi kaThixo amsulwa, njengesiliva esicengwe esithandweni somlilo esebumba, njengegolide elihlanjululwe kasikhombisa.

7 You will keep them, O Lord, you will keep them safe from this generation for ever.

Oh Thixo, uzahlala usiphephisile njalo usivikele ebantwini ababi nini lanini.

8 The sinners are walking on every side, and evil is honoured among the children of men.

Ababi bayaklamasa santando nxa bebona izinto ezilihlazo zidunyiswa ngabantu.