Zaburi 12

1 Msaada, Yahweh, kwa kuwa wacha Mungu wametoweka; nao waaminifu wametokomea.

Unto the end. For the octave. A Psalm of David. Save me, O Lord, because holiness has passed away, because truths have been diminished, before the sons of men.

2 Kila mmoja anasema kwa jirani yake maneno matupu; kila mmoja anaongea kwa midomo yenye sifa za uongo na maneno ya udanganyifu.

They have been speaking emptiness, each one to his neighbor; they have been speaking with deceitful lips and a duplicitous heart.

3 Yahweh, katilia mbali midomo yenye sifa za uongo, kila ulimi unanena kwa nguvu mambo makubwa.

May the Lord scatter all deceitful lips, along with the tongue that speaks malice.

4 Hawa ni wale ambao wamesema, “Kwa ndimi zetu tutashinda. Wakati midomo yetu itakapo ongea, ni nani atakaye kuwa mtawala juu yetu?”

They have said: “We will magnify our tongue; our lips belong to us. What is Lord to us?”

5 “Kwa sababu ya vurugu zilizopo kinyume na maskini, na kwa sababu ya kuugua kwao wahitaji, Nitainuka,” asema Yahwe. “Nitawaletea usalama wanao hitaji.”

Because of the misery of the destitute and the groaning of the poor, now I will arise, says the Lord. I will place him in safety. I will act faithfully toward him.

6 Maneno ya Yahwe ni masafi, kama fedha iliyo safishwa katika tanuru duniani, iliyo ng'arishwa mara saba zaidi.

The eloquence of the Lord is pure eloquence, silver tested by fire, purged from the earth, refined seven times.

7 Wewe ni Yahwe! Unaye watunza. Una wahifadhi wacha Mungu kutoka katika hiki kizazi cha waovu na hata milele.

You, O Lord, will preserve us, and you will guard us from this generation into eternity.

8 Waovu hutembea kila pande pale uovu unapoinuliwa kati ya wanadamu.

The impious wander aimlessly. According to your loftiness, you have multiplied the sons of men.