Psalms 12

1 For the Chief Musician; upon an eight-stringed lyre. A Psalm of David. Help, LORD; for the godly man ceases. For the faithful fail from among the children of men.

Thaburi ya Daudi Jehova, tũteithie, nĩgũkorwo andũ arĩa etigĩri Ngai nĩmaniinĩtwo; andũ arĩa ehokeku nĩmathirĩte makoima gatagatĩ-inĩ ka andũ.

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

O mũndũ aheenagia mũndũ wa itũũra rĩake; mĩromo yao ya ũhinga yaragia maheeni.

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

Jehova aroeheria mĩromo yothe ya ũhinga, o na nĩmĩ ciothe iria ciaragia na mwĩgaatho,

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

iria ciugaga atĩrĩ, “Tũkũhootana nĩ ũndũ wa nĩmĩ ciitũ; mĩromo ĩno tũrĩ nayo nĩ iitũ; mwathi witũ akĩrĩ ũ?”

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 set him in safety from those who malign him.”

“Tondũ wa kũhinyĩrĩrio kwa andũ arĩa matarĩ hinya, na gũcaaya kwa arĩa abatari-rĩ, rĩu nĩngwarahũka,” ũguo nĩguo Jehova ekuuga. “Nĩngũmagitĩra kuuma kũrĩ andũ arĩa mamacambagia.”

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

Nacio ciugo cia Jehova itirĩ mahĩtia, ihaana ta betha ĩthereirio kĩrugutĩro-inĩ kĩa rĩũmba, ĩtheretio maita mũgwanja.

7 You will keep them, LORD. You will preserve them from this generation forever.

Wee Jehova nĩũrĩtũmenyagĩrĩra wega, na ũtũgitagĩre kuuma kũrĩ andũ ta acio nginya tene.

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

Andũ arĩa aaganu macangacangaga marĩ na mwĩtĩĩo, rĩrĩa ũndũ ũrĩa mũũru ũragathĩrĩrio nĩ andũ.