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.

Endagaano Enkadde nʼEndagaano Empya

Zabbuli 12

Ya Mukulu wa Bayimbi. Zabbuli ya Dawudi.

1Tuyambe, Ayi Mukama, kubanga tewakyali n’omu amanyi Katonda;
    abantu abeesigwa bonna baweddewo.
Buli muntu alimba munne;
    akamwa kaabwe akawaana koogera bya bulimba.

Mukama, osirise akamwa k’abo bonna abeewaanawaana,
    na buli lulimi olwenyumiriza;
nga boogera nti, “Tujja kuwangula n’olulimi lwaffe, era tufune byonna bye twetaaga n’akamwa kaffe,
    kubanga ani alitukuba ku mukono.”

Mukama ayogera nti, “Olw’okujoogebwa kw’abanafu,
    n’olw’okusinda kw’abali mu bwetaavu,
nnaasituka kaakano
    ne nnwanirira abo abalumbibwa.”
Ebigambo bya Mukama bya bwesigwa era bya mazima.
    Bigeraageranyizibwa n’effeeza
    erongoosebbwa obulungi emirundi musanvu mu kyoto eky’ebbumba.

Ayi Mukama, tukwesiga ng’onootukuumanga,
    n’otuwonya abantu abali ng’abo emirembe gyonna.
Ababi beeyisaayisa
    nga bagulumiza ebitaliimu nsa.