Zaburi 12

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The words of the Lord are pure words: as silver tried by the 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.

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

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

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