Psalms 12

1 For the choirmaster. According to Sheminith. A Psalm of David. Help, O LORD, for the godly are no more; the faithful have vanished from among men.

1 Bwana tusaidie, kwa kuwa wacha Mungu wametoweka; waaminifu wametoweka miongoni mwa wanadamu.

2 They lie to one another; they speak with flattering lips and a double heart.

2 Kila mmoja humwambia jirani yake uongo; midomo yao ya hila huzungumza kwa udanganyifu.

3 May the LORD cut off all flattering lips and every boastful tongue.

3 Bwana na akatilie mbali midomo yote ya hila na kila ulimi uliojaa majivuno,

4 They say, “With our tongues we will prevail. We own our lips—who can be our master?”

4 ule unaosema, “Kwa ndimi zetu tutashinda; midomo ni mali yetu, bwana wetu ni nani?”

5 “For the cause of the oppressed and for the groaning of the needy, I will now arise,” says the LORD. “I will bring safety to him who yearns.”

5 “Kwa sababu ya uonevu wa wanyonge na kulia kwa uchungu kwa wahitaji, nitainuka sasa,” asema Bwana. “Nitawalinda kutokana na wale wenye nia mbaya juu yao.”

6 The words of the LORD are flawless, like silver refined in a furnace, like gold purified sevenfold.

6 Maneno ya Bwana ni safi, kama fedha iliyosafishwa katika tanuru, iliyosafishwa mara saba.

7 You, O LORD, will keep us; You will forever guard us from this generation.

7 Ee Bwana, utatuweka salama na kutulinda na kizazi hiki milele.

8 The wicked wander freely, and vileness is exalted among men.

8 Watu waovu huenda wakiringa kila mahali wakati ambapo yule aliye mbaya sana ndiye anayeheshimiwa miongoni mwa watu.