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.

Nkwa Asem

Nnwom 12

Mmoa mpaebɔ

1Boa yɛn, Awurade! Ɛnkaa onipa pa baako mpo. Nokwafo nni hɔ bio.

Wɔn nyinaa didi wɔn ho atoro. Wɔka nsɛm a ɛyɛ dɛ de sisi wɔn ho wɔn ho.

O Awurade, ka tɛkrɛma a ɛdaadaa no nyinaa hyɛ. To ano a etu ne ho a ɛka se,

“Yɛnam yɛn nsɛm so nya nea yɛhwehwɛ. Yɛbɛka nea yɛpɛ biara, na obiara rentumi nsiw yɛn ano” no.

Nanso, Awurade ka se, “Afei, mɛba efisɛ, wɔrehaw mmɔborɔfo, na wɔn a wɔakyere wɔn no nso repene wɔ wɔn yaw mu. Mɛbɔ wɔn ho ban sɛnea wɔhwehwɛ no.”

Awurade bɔhyɛ yɛ nokware. Ɛyɛ kronn sɛ dwetɛ a wɔahoa ho mpɛn ason wɔ fononoo mu. O Awurade, bɔ yɛn ho ban daa, na kora yɛn so fi saa nnebɔneyɛfo no nsam. Efisɛ amumɔyɛfo nenam baabiara, na obiara kamfo wɔn amumɔyɛ no.