Psalms 12

1 For the chief musician; set to the Sheminith. A psalm of David. Help, Yahweh, for the godly have disappeared; the faithful have vanished.

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 says empty words to his neighbor; everyone speaks with flattering lips and a double heart.

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

3 Yahweh, cut off all flattering lips, every tongue declaring great things.

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

4 These are those who have said, “With our tongues will we prevail. When our lips speak, who can be master over us?”

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

5 “Because of violence against the poor, because of the groans of the needy, I will arise,” says Yahweh. “I will provide the safety for which they long.”

“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 Yahweh are pure words, like silver purified in a furnace on the earth, refined seven times.

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

7 You are Yahweh! You keep them. You preserve the godly people from this wicked generation and 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 evil is exalted among the children of mankind.

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