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.

MAIN kom kotin jauaja, pwe me lelapok kan malaulaular, o me melel akan me malaulau ren aramaj akan.

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

Irail kin lokaia likam, amen amen on men impa, re lokaiaki lol riapot.

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

Ieowa pan kotin ujada kil en au karoj me linkapin o lo, me kin lokaia wei ni aklapalap.

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

Me kin indinda: Lo atail, me kit pan pwai kida, o kil en au at me kit keleki; ij at kaun?

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.”

Ieowa kotin majani: I pan uda, pweki kankaneraner en me luet akan o janejan en me jamama kan: I pan jauaja i, me kin inon ion.

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

Majan en Ieowa me makelekeleta jilper, me kamakelekel kidar nan dal pwel en kijiniai pan pak iju.

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

Komui Main, pan kotin pera irail, o jinjila mon di wet kokolata.

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

Pwe me japun kan pan totolar waja karoj, ma aramaj jued pukat kin kaunda aramaj akan.