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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

7 You are Yahweh! You keep them. You preserve the godly people from this wicked generation and forever.

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

8 The wicked walk on every side when evil is exalted among the children of mankind.

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