Psalms 12

1 Unto the end; for the octave, a psalm for David. Save me, O Lord, for there is now no saint: truths are decayed from among the children of men.

Siza, Nkosi, ngoba owesaba uNkulunkulu kasekho, ngoba abathembekileyo banyamalele basuka ebantwaneni babantu.

2 They have spoken vain things every one to his neighbour: with deceitful lips, and with a double heart have they spoken.

Bakhuluma okuyize, ngulowo lalowo lomakhelwane wakhe; indebe ezilalisayo, bakhuluma nganhliziyombili.

3 May the Lord destroy all deceitful lips, and the tongue that speaketh proud things.

INkosi izaquma zonke indebe ezilalisayo, ulimi olukhuluma izinto zokuzidla;

4 Who have said: We will magnify our tongue; our lips are our own; who is Lord over us?

abathi: Sizanqoba ngolimi lwethu, indebe zethu ngezethu; ngubani oyinkosi phezu kwethu?

5 By reason of the misery of the needy, and the groans of the poor, now will I arise, saith the Lord. I win set him in safety; I will deal confidently in his regard.

Ngenxa yokubandezelwa kwabayanga, ngenxa yokububula kwabaswelayo, sengizavuka, kutsho iNkosi. Ngizabeka ekulondolozekeni amvuthelayo.

6 The words of the Lord are pure words: as silver tried by the fire, purged from the earth refined seven times.

Amazwi eNkosi angamazwi ahlambulukileyo, isiliva esizanywe esithandweni senhlabathi, sihlanjululwe kasikhombisa.

7 Thou, O Lord, wilt preserve us: and keep us from this generation for ever.

Wena, Nkosi, uzabagcina, ubavikele kulesisizukulwana kuze kube nininini.

8 The wicked walk round about: according to thy highness, thou best multiplied the children of men.

Ababi bayahambahamba inhlangothi zonke, lapho amanyala ephakanyiswa phakathi kwabantwana babantu.