Psalms 12

1 Unto the end; for the octave, a psalm for David. Save me, O Lord, for there is now no saint: truths are decayed from among the children of men.

Ra Anumzamoka nazahuo, na'ankure fatgo vahera omanitfa higeno, kema antahino amage antega vahera ama mopafina omani'naze.

2 They have spoken vain things every one to his neighbour: with deceitful lips, and with a double heart have they spoken.

Hagi mika vahe'mo'za havige vaheke nemani'za, tare zamagu'areti masavenkea nehu'za vahera rezamavataga nehaze.

3 May the Lord destroy all deceitful lips, and the tongue that speaketh proud things.

Ra Anumzamo Agrake havigema nehaza vahe'mofo zamagira ruhamunegino, zamavufaga rama nehaza zamaganefu'na ruhamunenkie.

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

Zamagra ana vahe'mo'za hu'za, tagra tavufga rankema hanuna zamo vahera zmagateregahunanki, iza tagrira kva vahetia manigahie hu'za nehaze.

5 By reason of the misery of the needy, and the groans of the poor, now will I arise, saith the Lord. I win set him in safety; I will deal confidently in his regard.

Na'ankure kefo vahe'mo'za zamunte omane vahera zamazeri haviza nehu'za, kna nezamizanki'na, Nagra kegava huzmante'nuge'za havi vahe'mo'za zamazeri havizana osugahaze huno Ra Anumzamo'a hu'ne.

6 The words of the Lord are pure words: as silver tried by the fire, purged from the earth refined seven times.

Ra Anumzamofo nanekemo'a, agru hu'neankino silvama 7ni'a zupa tevefi kreno eri agru hiankna huno agrunentake hu'ne.

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

Ra Anumzamoka, havi zamavu zamava'ma nehaza vahe'mo'zama zamazeri havizama hu'zankura zamagu'vazinka maka knafina kegava huzamante vava huo.

8 The wicked walk round about: according to thy highness, thou best multiplied the children of men.

Hagi kefo avu'avazamo'ma vahepima ome rama nehige'za kefozama nehaza vahe'mo'za zamavufaga ra huza vano nehaze.