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.

Kuom jatend wer. Kaluwore gi sheminith. Zaburi mar Daudi. Kony ji yaye Jehova Nyasaye, nikech joma oluoro Nyasaye koro onge; joma jo-adiera oserumo e dier ji.

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

Ngʼato ka ngʼato riambo ne nyawadgi; dhogi mohero jaro ji wuoyo gi wuond.

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

Mad Jehova Nyasaye ongʼad oko lep duto ma jaro ji kod lep duto masungore;

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

mawacho niya, “Wabiro wuoyo kaka wahero; kendo onge ngʼama biro tamowa. Koso en ngʼa ma ruodhwa manyalo tamowa timo kamano?”

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.”

“Nikech dich modigo joma ok nyal kod chur ma joma ochando churgo, koro abiro aa malo,” Jehova Nyasaye owacho. “Abiro ritogi e lwet joma sandogi.”

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

Weche Jehova Nyasaye liw, giliw ka fedha moleny e lowo mowangʼ maliet ha, mopwodhi ndalo abiriyo.

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

Yaye Jehova Nyasaye, yie iritwa maber kik gimoro ohinywa kendo reswa e lwet joma kamago nyaka chiengʼ.

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

Joma timbegi richo wuotho koni gi koni kendo gima rach ema ji puoyo.