Psalms 12

1 To the Overseer, on the octave. — A Psalm of David. Save, Jehovah, for the saintly hath failed, For the stedfast have ceased From the sons 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 Vanity they speak each with his neighbour, Lip of flattery! With heart and heart they speak.

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

3 Jehovah doth cut off all lips of flattery, A tongue speaking great things,

Inu Yehova tsekani milomo yonse yachinyengo ndi pakamwa paliponse podzikuza.

4 Who said, 'By our tongue we do mightily: 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 spoiling of the poor, Because of the groaning of the needy, Now do I arise, saith Jehovah, I set in safety [him who] doth breathe for it.

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

6 Sayings of Jehovah [are] pure sayings; Silver tried in a furnace of earth refined sevenfold.

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

7 Thou, O Jehovah, dost preserve them, Thou keepest us from this generation to the age.

Inu Yehova mudzatitchinjiriza ndipo mudzatiteteza kwa anthu otere kwamuyaya.

8 Around the wicked walk continually, According as vileness is exalted by sons of men!

Oyipa amangoyendayenda ponseponse anthu akamayamikira zochita zawo.