भजनसंग्रह 12
1 हे परमप्रभु, मदत गर्नुहोस्, किनकि धर्मीहरू लोप भएका छन् । विश्वासीचाहिं हराएको छ ।
[For the Chief Musician; upon an eight-stringed lyre. A Psalm of David.] Help, LORD; for the faithful ceases. For the loyal have vanished from among the descendants of Adam.
2 हरेकले आफ्ना छिमेकीलाई फोस्रा कुरा भन्छ । हरेकले चाप्लुसी ओठहरू र झुट मनले बोल्छन् ।
Everyone lies to his neighbor. They speak with flattering lips, and with a double heart.
3 हे परमप्रभु, चाप्लुसी सबै ओठ, ठुला कुरा गर्ने हरेक जिब्रोलाई काट्नुहोस् ।
May the LORD cut off all flattering lips, and the tongue that boasts,
4 यसो भन्ने यिनीहरू नै हुन्, “हाम्रो जिब्रोले नै हामीले जित्छौं । जब हाम्रा ओठहरू बोल्छन्, तब हामीमाथि को मालिक हुन सक्छ र?”
who have said, "With our tongue we will prevail. Our lips are our own. Who is lord over us?"
5 परमप्रभु भन्नुहुन्छ, “गरीबको विरुद्धमा हिंसा, दरिद्रको सुस्केराले गर्दा म उठ्नेछु, म सुरक्षा प्रदान गर्नेछु जसको इच्छा तिनीहरू गर्छन् ।”
"Because of the oppression of the weak and because of the groaning of the needy, I will now arise," says the LORD; "I will place in safety the one who longs for it."
6 परमप्रभुका वचनहरू पृथ्वीको भट्टिमा सातपल्ट शुद्ध पारिएका चाँदीझैं शुद्ध हुन्छन् ।
The words of the LORD are flawless words, as silver refined in a clay furnace, purified seven times.
7 तपाईं परमप्रभु हुनुहुन्छ । तपाईंले तिनीहरूलाई सुरक्षित राख्नुहुन्छ । तपाईंले धर्मी मानिसहरूलाई यो दुष्ट पुस्ताबाट र सदासर्वदा सुरक्षा दिनुहुन्छ ।
You, LORD, will protect us. You will guard us from this generation forever.
8 मानवजातिका छोराछोरीका माझमा खराब कुराको प्रशंसा हुँदा दुष्टहरू चारैतिर हिंड्डुल गर्छन् ।
The wicked walk on every side, when what is vile is exalted among the descendants of Adam.
