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.

MAIN kom kotin jauaja, pwe me lelapok kan malaulaular, o me melel akan me malaulau ren aramaj 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 on men impa, re lokaiaki lol riapot.

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

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 over us?

Me kin indinda: Lo atail, me kit pan pwai kida, o kil en au at me kit keleki; ij 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 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 pure words: as silver tried by the fire, purged from the earth refined seven times.

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

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

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

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

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