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.

Kumqondisi wokuhlabela. Ngendlela yesheminithi. Ihubo likaDavida. Siza Thixo, ngoba kabasekho abakholwayo; abathembekileyo sebenyamalele kabasekho ebantwini.

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

Bonke baqamba amanga kubomakhelwane babo; izindebe zabo eziyengayo zihlezi zikhuluma inkohliso esezinhliziyweni zabo.

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

Sengathi uThixo angaziquma zonke izindebe ezikhohlisayo kanye laluphi ulimi oluzikhukhumezayo

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

oluthi, “Sizanqoba ngendimi zethu; izindebe zethu zizasilwela ngubani oyinkosi yethu na?”

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."

“Ngenxa yokuncindezelwa kwabayanga lokububula kwabaswelayo, sengizavuka khathesi,” kutsho uThixo. “Ngizabavikela kulabo ababachukuluzayo.”

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

Njalo amazwi kaThixo amsulwa, njengesiliva esicengwe esithandweni somlilo esebumba, njengegolide elihlanjululwe kasikhombisa.

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

Oh Thixo, uzahlala usiphephisile njalo usivikele ebantwini ababi nini lanini.

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

Ababi bayaklamasa santando nxa bebona izinto ezilihlazo zidunyiswa ngabantu.