Zaburi 12

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The words of Yahweh are pure words, like silver purified in a furnace on 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 are Yahweh! You keep them. You preserve the godly people from this wicked generation and forever.

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

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