< भजनसंग्रह 12 >
1 हे परमप्रभु, मदत गर्नुहोस्, किनकि धर्मीहरू लोप भएका छन् । विश्वासीचाहिं हराएको छ ।
To the Chief Musician. On the Octave. A Melody of David. O save Yahweh, for the man of lovingkindness, is no more, for the faithful, have vanished, from among the sons of men.
2 हरेकले आफ्ना छिमेकीलाई फोस्रा कुरा भन्छ । हरेकले चाप्लुसी ओठहरू र झुट मनले बोल्छन् ।
Deception, speak they, every one with his neighbour, —with lips uttering smooth things—with a heart and a heart, do they speak.
3 हे परमप्रभु, चाप्लुसी सबै ओठ, ठुला कुरा गर्ने हरेक जिब्रोलाई काट्नुहोस् ।
May Yahweh cut off All the lips that utter smooth things, —the tongue that speaketh swelling words;
4 यसो भन्ने यिनीहरू नै हुन्, “हाम्रो जिब्रोले नै हामीले जित्छौं । जब हाम्रा ओठहरू बोल्छन्, तब हामीमाथि को मालिक हुन सक्छ र?”
Them who say—With our tongue, will we prevail, our lips, are our own, who is our master?
5 परमप्रभु भन्नुहुन्छ, “गरीबको विरुद्धमा हिंसा, दरिद्रको सुस्केराले गर्दा म उठ्नेछु, म सुरक्षा प्रदान गर्नेछु जसको इच्छा तिनीहरू गर्छन् ।”
Because of violence done to the poor, because of the crying of the needy, Now, will I arise! O may Yahweh say, —I will place [him] in safety—let him puff at him!
6 परमप्रभुका वचनहरू पृथ्वीको भट्टिमा सातपल्ट शुद्ध पारिएका चाँदीझैं शुद्ध हुन्छन् ।
The words of Yahweh, are words, that are pure, silver refined in a crucible of earth, purified seven times!
7 तपाईं परमप्रभु हुनुहुन्छ । तपाईंले तिनीहरूलाई सुरक्षित राख्नुहुन्छ । तपाईंले धर्मी मानिसहरूलाई यो दुष्ट पुस्ताबाट र सदासर्वदा सुरक्षा दिनुहुन्छ ।
Thou, O Yahweh, wilt keep them, —Thou wilt guard him, from this generation unto times age-abiding.
8 मानवजातिका छोराछोरीका माझमा खराब कुराको प्रशंसा हुँदा दुष्टहरू चारैतिर हिंड्डुल गर्छन् ।
On every side, the lawless, march about, —when worthlessness is exalted by the sons of men.