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.
हे परमप्रभु, मदत गर्नुहोस्, किनकि धर्मीहरू लोप भएका छन् । विश्वासीचाहिं हराएको छ ।
2 They have spoken vain things every one to his neighbour: with deceitful lips, and with a double heart have they spoken.
हरेकले आफ्ना छिमेकीलाई फोस्रा कुरा भन्छ । हरेकले चाप्लुसी ओठहरू र झुट मनले बोल्छन् ।
3 May the Lord destroy all deceitful lips, and the tongue that speaketh proud things.
हे परमप्रभु, चाप्लुसी सबै ओठ, ठुला कुरा गर्ने हरेक जिब्रोलाई काट्नुहोस् ।
4 Who have said: We will magnify our tongue; our lips are our own; who is Lord over us?
यसो भन्ने यिनीहरू नै हुन्, “हाम्रो जिब्रोले नै हामीले जित्छौं । जब हाम्रा ओठहरू बोल्छन्, तब हामीमाथि को मालिक हुन सक्छ र?”
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.
परमप्रभु भन्नुहुन्छ, “गरीबको विरुद्धमा हिंसा, दरिद्रको सुस्केराले गर्दा म उठ्नेछु, म सुरक्षा प्रदान गर्नेछु जसको इच्छा तिनीहरू गर्छन् ।”
6 The words of the Lord are pure words: as silver tried by the fire, purged from the earth refined seven times.
परमप्रभुका वचनहरू पृथ्वीको भट्टिमा सातपल्ट शुद्ध पारिएका चाँदीझैं शुद्ध हुन्छन् ।
7 Thou, O Lord, wilt preserve us: and keep us from this generation for ever.
तपाईं परमप्रभु हुनुहुन्छ । तपाईंले तिनीहरूलाई सुरक्षित राख्नुहुन्छ । तपाईंले धर्मी मानिसहरूलाई यो दुष्ट पुस्ताबाट र सदासर्वदा सुरक्षा दिनुहुन्छ ।
8 The wicked walk round about: according to thy highness, thou best multiplied the children of men.
मानवजातिका छोराछोरीका माझमा खराब कुराको प्रशंसा हुँदा दुष्टहरू चारैतिर हिंड्डुल गर्छन् ।
