Psalms 12

1 Unto the end. For the octave. A Psalm of David. Save me, O Lord, because holiness has passed away, because truths have been diminished, before the sons of men.

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

2 They have been speaking emptiness, each one to his neighbor; they have been speaking with deceitful lips and a duplicitous heart.

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

3 May the Lord scatter all deceitful lips, along with the tongue that speaks malice.

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

4 They have said: “We will magnify our tongue; our lips belong to us. What is Lord to us?”

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 Because of the misery of the destitute and the groaning of the poor, now I will arise, says the Lord. I will place him in safety. I will act faithfully toward him.

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 eloquence of the Lord is pure eloquence, silver tested by fire, purged from the earth, refined seven times.

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 preserve us, and you will guard us from this generation into eternity.

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 impious wander aimlessly. According to your loftiness, you have multiplied the sons of men.