< Psalms 12 >
1 Unto the end. For the octave. A Psalm of David. Save me, O Lord, because holiness has passed away, because truths have been diminished, before the sons of men.
Wuta na buku ya mokambi ya bayembi. Nzembo ya Davidi; ya koyemba na lindanda ya basinga mwambe. Yawe, sunga biso! Pamba te bayengebene bazali lisusu te; bato ya kotiela motema bazali lisusu te kati na bana na bato.
2 They have been speaking emptiness, each one to his neighbor; they have been speaking with deceitful lips and a duplicitous heart.
Bato nyonso bazali kokosana bango na bango, bazali kolobana maloba ya sukali, kasi mitema na bango ezali sembo te.
3 May the Lord scatter all deceitful lips, along with the tongue that speaks malice.
Tika ete Yawe aboma bato nyonso oyo balobaka maloba ya sukali mpe batondi na lolendo,
4 They have said: “We will magnify our tongue; our lips belong to us. What is Lord to us?”
ba-oyo balobaka: « Tokolonga na nzela ya lolemo na biso, bibebu na biso ekolobela biso; nani akoluka kozala nkolo na biso? »
5 Because of the misery of the destitute and the groaning of the poor, now I will arise, says the Lord. I will place him in safety. I will act faithfully toward him.
Yawe alobi: « Mpo ete bazali konyokola babola mpe kolelisa bato oyo bakelela, natelemi sik’oyo mpo na kobikisa batiolami. »
6 The eloquence of the Lord is pure eloquence, silver tested by fire, purged from the earth, refined seven times.
Maloba ya Yawe ezalaka peto lokola palata oyo balekisi na moto mpe bapetoli mbala sambo.
7 You, O Lord, will preserve us, and you will guard us from this generation into eternity.
Yo, Yawe, okobatela bato oyo bakelela, okobikisa biso mpo na libela liboso ya bato mabe.
8 The impious wander aimlessly. According to your loftiness, you have multiplied the sons of men.
Bato mabe batambolaka na bonsomi bipai na bipai soki bato bapesi bozoba lokumu.