The Message

Psalm 12

A David Psalm

11-2 Quick, God, I need your helping hand!
The last decent person just went down,
All the friends I depended on gone.
Everyone talks in lie language;
Lies slide off their oily lips.
They doubletalk with forked tongues.

3-4 Slice their lips off their faces! Pull
The braggart tongues from their mouths!
I’m tired of hearing, “We can talk anyone into anything!
Our lips manage the world.”

Into the hovels of the poor,
Into the dark streets where the homeless groan, God speaks:
“I’ve had enough; I’m on my way
To heal the ache in the heart of the wretched.”

6-8 God’s words are pure words,
Pure silver words refined seven times
In the fires of his word-kiln,
Pure on earth as well as in heaven.
God, keep us safe from their lies,
From the wicked who stalk us with lies,
From the wicked who collect honors
For their wonderful lies.

Bíbélì Mímọ́ Yorùbá Òde Òn

Saamu 12

Fún adarí orin. Gẹ́gẹ́ bí ti ṣeminiti. Saamu ti Dafidi.

1Ràn wá lọ́wọ́, Olúwa, nítorí ẹni ìwà-bí-Ọlọ́run kò sí mọ́;
    Olóòtítọ́ tí pòórá kúrò láàrín àwọn ènìyàn.
Olúkúlùkù ń parọ́ fún aládùúgbò rẹ̀;
    ètè èké wọn ń sọ ẹ̀tàn.

Olúwa kí ó gé ètè èké wọn
    àti gbogbo ahọ́n ìfọ́nnu
tí ó wí pé,
    “Àwa ó borí pẹ̀lú ahọ́n wa;
    àwa ní ètè wa: Ta ni ọ̀gá wa?”

“Nítorí ìnilára àwọn aláìlágbára àti ìkérora àwọn aláìní,
    Èmi yóò dìde nísinsin yìí” ni Olúwa wí.
    “Èmi yóò dáàbò bò wọ́n lọ́wọ́ àwọn tí ń ṣe àrankàn wọn.”
Ọ̀rọ̀ Olúwa sì jẹ aláìlábùkù,
    gẹ́gẹ́ bí fàdákà tí a yọ́ nínú ìléru amọ̀,
    tí a sọ di mímọ́ nígbà méje.

Olúwa, ìwọ yóò pa wá mọ́
    kí o sì gbà wá lọ́wọ́ àwọn ènìyàn wọ̀nyí títí láé.
Àwọn ènìyàn búburú ń rin ìrìn fáàrí kiri
    nígbà tí wọn ń bọ̀wọ̀ fún òsì láàrín àwọn ènìyàn.