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.

Msaada, Yahweh, kwa kuwa wacha Mungu wametoweka; nao waaminifu wametokomea.

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

Kila mmoja anasema kwa jirani yake maneno matupu; kila mmoja anaongea kwa midomo yenye sifa za uongo na maneno ya udanganyifu.

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

Yahweh, katilia mbali midomo yenye sifa za uongo, kila ulimi unanena kwa nguvu mambo makubwa.

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

Hawa ni wale ambao wamesema, “Kwa ndimi zetu tutashinda. Wakati midomo yetu itakapo ongea, ni nani atakaye kuwa mtawala juu yetu?”

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.

“Kwa sababu ya vurugu zilizopo kinyume na maskini, na kwa sababu ya kuugua kwao wahitaji, Nitainuka,” asema Yahwe. “Nitawaletea usalama wanao hitaji.”

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

Maneno ya Yahwe ni masafi, kama fedha iliyo safishwa katika tanuru duniani, iliyo ng'arishwa mara saba zaidi.

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

Wewe ni Yahwe! Unaye watunza. Una wahifadhi wacha Mungu kutoka katika hiki kizazi cha waovu na hata milele.

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

Waovu hutembea kila pande pale uovu unapoinuliwa kati ya wanadamu.