Mapisarema 12

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

For the chief musician; set to the Sheminith. A psalm of David. Help, Yahweh, for the godly have disappeared; the faithful have vanished.

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

Everyone says empty words to his neighbor; everyone speaks with flattering lips and a double heart.

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

Yahweh, cut off all flattering lips, every tongue declaring great things.

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

These are those who have said, “With our tongues will we prevail. When our lips speak, who can be master over us?”

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

“Because of violence against the poor, because of the groans of the needy, I will arise,” says Yahweh. “I will provide the safety for which they long.”

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

The words of Yahweh are pure words, like silver purified in a furnace on the earth, refined seven times.

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

You are Yahweh! You keep them. You preserve the godly people from this wicked generation and forever.

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

The wicked walk on every side when evil is exalted among the children of mankind.