Psalms 12

1 For the end, A Psalm of David, upon the eighth. Save me, O Lord; for the godly man has failed; for truth is diminished from among the children of men.

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

2 Every one has spoken vanity to his neighbour: their lips are deceitful, they have spoken with a double heart.

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

3 Let the Lord destroy all the deceitful lips, and the tongue that speaks great words:

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

4 who have said, We will magnify our tongue; our lips are our own: who is Lord of us?

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

5 Because of the misery of the poor, and because of the sighing of the needy, now will I arise, saith the Lord, I will set [them] in safety; I will speak [to them] thereof openly.

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 oracles of the Lord are pure oracles; as silver tried in the fire, proved [in] a furnace of earth, purified seven times.

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

7 Thou, O Lord, shalt keep us, and shalt preserve us, from this generation, and for ever.

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

8 The ungodly walk around: according to thy greatness thou has greatly exalted the sons of men.

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