Psalms 12

1 [For the Chief Musician; upon an eight-stringed lyre. A Psalm of David.] Help, LORD; for the faithful ceases. For the loyal have vanished from among the descendants of Adam.

Don mai bi da kaɗe-kaɗe. Da kayan kiɗi. Bisa ga sheminit. Zabura ta Dawuda. Ka taimaka, Ubangiji, gama masu tsoron Allah ba sa nan kuma; masu aminci sun ɓace daga cikin mutane.

2 Everyone lies to his neighbor. They speak with flattering lips, and with a double heart.

Kowa yana yi wa maƙwabcinsa ƙarya; zaƙin bakinsu maganar ƙarya ce suna cike da ruɗu a zukatansu.

3 May the LORD cut off all flattering lips, and the tongue that boasts,

Bari Ubangiji yă yanke dukan zaƙin bakinsu da kuma kowane harshe mai fariya,

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

masu cewa, “Da harsunanmu za mu yi nasara; leɓunanmu za su kāre mu, wane ne maigidanmu?”

5 "Because of the oppression of the weak and because of the groaning of the needy, I will now arise," says the LORD; "I will place in safety the one who longs for it."

“Saboda danniyar marasa ƙarfi da kuma nishin masu bukata, zan tashi yanzu,” in ji Ubangiji. “Zan kāre su daga masu yin musu sharri.”

6 The words of the LORD are flawless words, as silver refined in a clay furnace, purified seven times.

Kalmomin Ubangiji kuwa ba su da kuskure, kamar azurfan da aka tace cikin matoyan yumɓu, aka tsabtacce sau bakwai.

7 You, LORD, will protect us. You will guard us from this generation forever.

Ya Ubangiji, za ka kiyaye mu lafiya ka tsare mu daga irin mutanen nan har abada.

8 The wicked walk on every side, when what is vile is exalted among the descendants of Adam.

Mugaye suna yawo a sake sa’ad da ake girmama abin da ba shi da kyau a cikin mutane.