Psalms 12

1 For the choirmaster. According to Sheminith. A Psalm of David. Help, O LORD, for the godly are no more; the faithful have vanished from among men.

Hina Gode! Nini fidima! Guiguda: da noga: i dunu hamedafa esala. Amola moloidafa dunu agoai hamedafa ba: sa.

2 They lie to one another; they speak with flattering lips and a double heart.

Dunu enoma enoma ogogosu bagade hamosu. Dunu enoma enoma sefe sia: bagade sia: daha.

3 May the LORD cut off all flattering lips and every boastful tongue.

Hina Gode! Amo dunu ilia sefe sia: bagade hedofama. Gasa fi dunu ilia lafi ga: ma.

4 They say, “With our tongues we will prevail. We own our lips—who can be our master?”

Ilia da gasa fili agoane sia: sa, “Ninia sia: ga fawane, ninia hanai lasa. Amola ninia adi sia: sia: musa: dawa: sea amo fawane sia: sa amola enoga agoane da hame gagabomu.”

5 “For the cause of the oppressed and for the groaning of the needy, I will now arise,” says the LORD. “I will bring safety to him who yearns.”

Be Hina Gode da amane sia: sa, “Na da wali misunu. Bai hame gagui dunu da banenesi dagoi amola wadela: i dunu da gasa hame dunuma se iabeba: le, ilia da se nababeba: le, gogonomasa. Ilia da Na gaga: ma: ne hanaiba: le, Na da ouligimu.

6 The words of the LORD are flawless, like silver refined in a furnace, like gold purified sevenfold.

Hina Gode Ea ilegele sia: i liligi, amo da dafawaneyale dawa: mu liligi. Ea ilegele sia: i liligi da fofoloi silifa agoane, amo da lalu bagade amo ganodini fesuale agoane gobei nenoai, fofoloi agoai.

7 You, O LORD, will keep us; You will forever guard us from this generation.

Wadela: i hamosu dunu da osobo bagade dedebosa. Dunu huluane da wadela: i hou amoma nodosa. Amo dunu da nini wadela: sa: besa: le, Hina Gode, Di fidila misa amola nini gaga: ma.

8 The wicked wander freely, and vileness is exalted among men.