Mapisarema 12

1 Kumutungamiri wokuimba. Nesheminiti. Pisarema raDhavhidhi. Batsirai, imi Jehovha, nokuti vanoda Mwari hapachina; vakatendeka vapera pakati pavanhu.

Unto the end; for the octave, a psalm for David. Save me, O Lord, for there is now no saint: truths are decayed from among the children of men.

2 Mumwe nomumwe anorevera wokwake nhema; miromo yavo inobata kumeso nokutaura zvinonyengera.

They have spoken vain things every one to his neighbour: with deceitful lips, and with a double heart have they spoken.

3 Jehovha ngaagure miromo yose inobata kumeso, norurimi rumwe norumwe runozvikudza

May the Lord destroy all deceitful lips, and the tongue that speaketh proud things.

4 ruchiti, “Tichakunda nendimi dzedu; miromo ndeyedu, tenzi wedu ndiani?”

Who have said: We will magnify our tongue; our lips are our own; who is Lord over us?

5 “Nokuda kwokumanikidzwa kwavasina simba nokugomera kwavarombo, ndichasimuka zvino,” ndizvo zvinotaura Jehovha. “Ndichavadzivirira kuna avo vanovaparadza.”

By reason of the misery of the needy, and the groans of the poor, now will I arise, saith the Lord. I win set him in safety; I will deal confidently in his regard.

6 Uye mashoko aJehovha haana chaangapomerwa, sesirivha yakacheneswa muchoto chevhu, yakanatswa kanomwe.

The words of the Lord are pure words: as silver tried by the fire, purged from the earth refined seven times.

7 Imi Jehovha, muchatichengeta murugare uye muchatidzivirira kubva kuvanhu vakadai nokusingaperi.

Thou, O Lord, wilt preserve us: and keep us from this generation for ever.

8 Vakaipa vanofamba-famba vakasununguka kana zvakashata zvichikudzwa pakati pavanhu.

The wicked walk round about: according to thy highness, thou best multiplied the children of men.