Psalms 12

1 Help, LORD; for the godly man ceases; for the faithful fail from among the children of men.

Kumutungamiri wokuimba. Nesheminiti. Pisarema raDhavhidhi. Batsirai, imi Jehovha, nokuti vanoda Mwari hapachina; vakatendeka vapera pakati pavanhu.

2 They speak vanity every one with his neighbour: with flattering lips and with a double heart do they speak.

Mumwe nomumwe anorevera wokwake nhema; miromo yavo inobata kumeso nokutaura zvinonyengera.

3 The LORD shall cut off all flattering lips, and the tongue that speaks proud things:

Jehovha ngaagure miromo yose inobata kumeso, norurimi rumwe norumwe runozvikudza

4 Who have said, With our tongue will we prevail; our lips are our own: who is lord over us?

ruchiti, “Tichakunda nendimi dzedu; miromo ndeyedu, tenzi wedu ndiani?”

5 For the oppression of the poor, for the sighing of the needy, now will I arise, says the LORD; I will set him in safety from him that puffs at him.

“Nokuda kwokumanikidzwa kwavasina simba nokugomera kwavarombo, ndichasimuka zvino,” ndizvo zvinotaura Jehovha. “Ndichavadzivirira kuna avo vanovaparadza.”

6 The words of the LORD are pure words: as silver tried in a furnace of earth, purified seven times.

Uye mashoko aJehovha haana chaangapomerwa, sesirivha yakacheneswa muchoto chevhu, yakanatswa kanomwe.

7 You shall keep them, O LORD, you shall preserve them from this generation for ever.

Imi Jehovha, muchatichengeta murugare uye muchatidzivirira kubva kuvanhu vakadai nokusingaperi.

8 The wicked walk on every side, when the vilest men are exalted.

Vakaipa vanofamba-famba vakasununguka kana zvakashata zvichikudzwa pakati pavanhu.