Psalms 12

1 To him that excelleth upon the eight tune. A Psalme of Dauid. Helpe Lord, for there is not a godly man left: for the faithfull are fayled from among the children of men.

Ya Mukulu wa Bayimbi. Zabbuli ya Dawudi. Tuyambe, Ayi Mukama, kubanga tewakyali n’omu amanyi Katonda; abantu abeesigwa bonna baweddewo.

2 They speake deceitfully euery one with his neighbour, flattering with their lips, and speake with a double heart.

Buli muntu alimba munne; akamwa kaabwe akawaana koogera bya bulimba.

3 The Lord cut off all flattering lippes, and the tongue that speaketh proude things:

Mukama, osirise akamwa k’abo bonna abeewaanawaana, na buli lulimi olwenyumiriza;

4 Which haue saide, With our tongue will we preuaile: our lippes are our owne: who is Lord ouer vs?

nga boogera nti, “Tujja kuwangula n’olulimi lwaffe, era tufune byonna bye twetaaga n’akamwa kaffe, kubanga ani alitukuba ku mukono.”

5 Now for the oppression of the needy, and for the sighes of the poore, I will vp, sayeth the Lord, and will set at libertie him, whom the wicked hath snared.

Mukama ayogera nti, “Olw’okujoogebwa kw’abanafu, n’olw’okusinda kw’abali mu bwetaavu, nnaasituka kaakano ne nnwanirira abo abalumbibwa.”

6 The wordes of the Lord are pure wordes, as the siluer, tried in a fornace of earth, fined seuen folde.

Ebigambo bya Mukama bya bwesigwa era bya mazima. Bigeraageranyizibwa n’effeeza erongoosebbwa obulungi emirundi musanvu mu kyoto eky’ebbumba.

7 Thou wilt keepe them, O Lord: thou wilt preserue him from this generation for euer.

Ayi Mukama, tukwesiga ng’onootukuumanga, n’otuwonya abantu abali ng’abo emirembe gyonna.

8 The wicked walke on euery side: when they are exalted, it is a shame for the sonnes of men.

Ababi beeyisaayisa nga bagulumiza ebitaliimu nsa.