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.

Kwa mtsogoleri wa mayimbidwe. Monga mwa mayimbidwe seminiti. Salimo la Davide. Thandizeni Yehova pakuti palibe munthu wokhulupirika; okhulupirika akusowa pakati pa anthu.

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

Aliyense amanamiza mʼbale wake; ndi pakamwa pawo pabodza amayankhula zachinyengo.

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

Inu Yehova tsekani milomo yonse yachinyengo ndi pakamwa paliponse podzikuza.

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

Pakamwa pamene pamati, “Ife tidzapambana ndi kuyankhula kwathu; pakamwapa ndi pathupathu, tsono mbuye wathu ndani?”

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.”

“Chifukwa cha kuponderezedwa kwa anthu opanda mphamvu ndi kubuwula kwa anthu osowa, Ine ndidzauka tsopano,” akutero Yehova, “Ndidzawateteza kwa owazunza.”

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

Ndipo mawu a Yehova ndi angwiro monga siliva oyengedwa mʼngʼanjo yadothi, oyengedwa kasanu nʼkawiri.

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

Inu Yehova mudzatitchinjiriza ndipo mudzatiteteza kwa anthu otere kwamuyaya.

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

Oyipa amangoyendayenda ponseponse anthu akamayamikira zochita zawo.