Psalms 12

1 For the end, A Psalm of David, upon the eighth. Save me, O Lord; for the godly man has failed; for truth is diminished from among the children 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 Every one has spoken vanity to his neighbor: their lips are deceitful, they have spoken with a double heart.

Bato nyonso bazali kokosana bango na bango, bazali kolobana maloba ya sukali, kasi mitema na bango ezali sembo te.

3 Let the Lord destroy all the deceitful lips, and the tongue that speaks great words:

Tika ete Yawe aboma bato nyonso oyo balobaka maloba ya sukali mpe batondi na lolendo,

4 who have said, We will magnify our tongue; our lips are our own: who is Lord of 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 poor, and because of the sighing of the needy, now will I arise, says the Lord, I will set [them] in safety; I will speak [to them] thereof openly.

Yawe alobi: « Mpo ete bazali konyokola babola mpe kolelisa bato oyo bakelela, natelemi sik’oyo mpo na kobikisa batiolami. »

6 The oracles of the Lord are pure oracles; as silver tried in the fire, proved [in] a furnace of earth, purified seven times.

Maloba ya Yawe ezalaka peto lokola palata oyo balekisi na moto mpe bapetoli mbala sambo.

7 You, O Lord, shall keep us, and shall preserve us, from this generation, and for ever.

Yo, Yawe, okobatela bato oyo bakelela, okobikisa biso mpo na libela liboso ya bato mabe.

8 The ungodly walk around: according to your greatness you has greatly exalted the sons of men.

Bato mabe batambolaka na bonsomi bipai na bipai soki bato bapesi bozoba lokumu.