Psalms 12

1 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.

Wuta na buku ya mokambi ya bayembi. Nzembo ya Davidi; ya koyemba na lindanda ya basinga mwambe. Yawe, sunga biso! Pamba te bayengebene bazali lisusu te; bato ya kotiela motema bazali lisusu te kati na bana na bato.

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

Bato nyonso bazali kokosana bango na bango, bazali kolobana maloba ya sukali, kasi mitema na bango ezali sembo te.

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

Tika ete Yawe aboma bato nyonso oyo balobaka maloba ya sukali mpe batondi na lolendo,

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

ba-oyo balobaka: « Tokolonga na nzela ya lolemo na biso, bibebu na biso ekolobela biso; nani akoluka kozala nkolo na biso? »

5 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.

Yawe alobi: « Mpo ete bazali konyokola babola mpe kolelisa bato oyo bakelela, natelemi sik’oyo mpo na kobikisa batiolami. »

6 The words of the Lord are pure words: as silver tried by the fire, purged from the earth refined seven times.

Maloba ya Yawe ezalaka peto lokola palata oyo balekisi na moto mpe bapetoli mbala sambo.

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

Yo, Yawe, okobatela bato oyo bakelela, okobikisa biso mpo na libela liboso ya bato mabe.

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

Bato mabe batambolaka na bonsomi bipai na bipai soki bato bapesi bozoba lokumu.