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.

Siza, Nkosi, ngoba owesaba uNkulunkulu kasekho, ngoba abathembekileyo banyamalele basuka ebantwaneni babantu.

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

Bakhuluma okuyize, ngulowo lalowo lomakhelwane wakhe; indebe ezilalisayo, bakhuluma nganhliziyombili.

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

INkosi izaquma zonke indebe ezilalisayo, ulimi olukhuluma izinto zokuzidla;

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

abathi: Sizanqoba ngolimi lwethu, indebe zethu ngezethu; ngubani oyinkosi phezu kwethu?

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.”

Ngenxa yokubandezelwa kwabayanga, ngenxa yokububula kwabaswelayo, sengizavuka, kutsho iNkosi. Ngizabeka ekulondolozekeni amvuthelayo.

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

Amazwi eNkosi angamazwi ahlambulukileyo, isiliva esizanywe esithandweni senhlabathi, sihlanjululwe kasikhombisa.

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

Wena, Nkosi, uzabagcina, ubavikele kulesisizukulwana kuze kube nininini.

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

Ababi bayahambahamba inhlangothi zonke, lapho amanyala ephakanyiswa phakathi kwabantwana babantu.