< Psalms 12 >
1 For the end, A Psalm of David, upon the eighth. Save me, O Lord; for the godly man has failed; for truth is diminished from amongst the children of men.
Kumqondisi wokuhlabela. Ngendlela yesheminithi. Ihubo likaDavida. Siza Thixo, ngoba kabasekho abakholwayo; abathembekileyo sebenyamalele kabasekho ebantwini.
2 Every one has spoken vanity to his neighbour: their lips are deceitful, they have spoken with a double heart.
Bonke baqamba amanga kubomakhelwane babo; izindebe zabo eziyengayo zihlezi zikhuluma inkohliso esezinhliziyweni zabo.
3 Let the Lord destroy all the deceitful lips, and the tongue that speaks great words:
Sengathi uThixo angaziquma zonke izindebe ezikhohlisayo kanye laluphi ulimi oluzikhukhumezayo
4 who have said, We will magnify our tongue; our lips are our own: who is Lord of us?
oluthi, “Sizanqoba ngendimi zethu; izindebe zethu zizasilwela ngubani oyinkosi yethu na?”
5 Because of the misery of the poor, and because of the sighing of the needy, now will I arise, says the Lord, I will set [them] in safety; I will speak [to them] thereof openly.
“Ngenxa yokuncindezelwa kwabayanga lokububula kwabaswelayo, sengizavuka khathesi,” kutsho uThixo. “Ngizabavikela kulabo ababachukuluzayo.”
6 The oracles of the Lord are pure oracles; as silver tried in the fire, proved [in] a furnace of earth, purified seven times.
Njalo amazwi kaThixo amsulwa, njengesiliva esicengwe esithandweni somlilo esebumba, njengegolide elihlanjululwe kasikhombisa.
7 You, O Lord, shall keep us, and shall preserve us, from this generation, and for ever.
Oh Thixo, uzahlala usiphephisile njalo usivikele ebantwini ababi nini lanini.
8 The ungodly walk around: according to your greatness you has greatly exalted the sons of men.
Ababi bayaklamasa santando nxa bebona izinto ezilihlazo zidunyiswa ngabantu.