Psalms 12

1 For the music director. To the Sheminith. A psalm of David. Help, Lord, for all the good people have gone! Those who trust in you have disappeared from among the people on earth.

Nkunga Davidi kayimbidila mu ngitala yi nana di zitsinga kuidipfumu minyimbidi. A Yave, yiza sadisa bila batu beti kinzika mambu ma Nzambi basiedi ko. Mikhuikizi mizimbidi va khatitsika yi bana ba batu.

2 Everyone lies to their neighbors. They flatter with nice talk, but they don't mean what they say.

Kadika mutu wulembo vuni fikimini yandi. Mambu ma lueki madi mu bididi biawu vayi mintima miodi badi sumbu bantuba.

3 Stop their flattery, Lord, and silence their boasts—

Bika Yave kabunga bididi bioso bintubanga mambu ma lueki ayi ludimi luntubanga mambu mu luniemo.

4 these people who say, “We will succeed through what we say; our mouths belong to us. We don't take orders from anyone!”

Batu bobo bantubanga: “Tuela nunga mu diambu di ludimi lueto, bididi bieto bidi bieto veka; nani wulenda ba Pfumu eto?”

5 “Because of the violence the helpless have suffered, and because of the groans of the poor, I will rise up to defend them,” says the Lord. “I will give them the protection they have been longing for.”

Bila mu diambu di yamusu ku batu balebakana, ayi kunga ku nsukami; diawu Yave kakembi buabu: “Buabu ndieka ntelama, ndieka kuba kaka mu diambu di mutu balembo kuba yamisa.”

6 What the Lord says is trustworthy, as pure as silver refined seven times in a furnace.

Mambu ma Yave madi mavedila banga palata kioki bavedisidi mu mbazu, kivedosolo mu tsambuadi di zikhumbu.

7 You, Lord will keep the oppressed safe; you will protect us from these kinds of people forever;

Yave ngeyo wela kutu keba mu luvovomo wela kutu kaka mu diambu di ntindu wu batu baba, mu thangu yi kayimani.

8 even though the wicked are all around us, and evil is being promoted everywhere.

Batu bambimbi beti vemanga muamo mu thangu bifu bi mbimbi bieti yayusu va khatitsika batu.