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.

MAING kom kotin sauasa, pwe me lelapok kan malaulaular, o me melel akan me malaulau ren aramas akan.

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

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

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

Ieowa pan kotin usada kil en au karos me lingkaping 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 over us?

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

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.

Ieowa kotin masani: I pan uda, pweki kankangeranger en me luet akan o sangesang en me samama kan: I pan sauasa i, me kin inong iong.

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

Masan en Ieowa me makelekeleta silper, me kamakelekel kidar nan dal pwel en kisiniai pan pak isu.

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

Komui Maing, pan kotin pera irail, o sinsila mon di wet kokolata.

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

Pwe me sapung kan pan totolar wasa karos, ma aramas sued pukat kin kaunda aramas akan.