Psalms 12

1 For the music director. To the Sheminith. A psalm of David. Help, Lord, for all the good people have gone! Those who trust in you have disappeared from among the people on earth.

Tumulongka, O Yahweh, ta nagpukaw dagiti nadiosan; awanen dagiti napudno.

2 Everyone lies to their neighbors. They flatter with nice talk, but they don't mean what they say.

Agibagbaga ti tunggal maysa iti parbo a sasao iti kaarrubana; agsasao ti tunggal maysa nga addaan iti managpasablog a dila ken manangallilaw a puso.

3 Stop their flattery, Lord, and silence their boasts—

O Yahweh, putdem dagiti amin a managpasablog a bibig, tunggal dila a mangipabpablaak iti nalabes a banbanag.

4 these people who say, “We will succeed through what we say; our mouths belong to us. We don't take orders from anyone!”

Dagitoy dagiti nagkuna, “Agballigikami babaen kadagiti dilami. No agsaokami, siasino ti makabael a mangituray kadakami?”

5 “Because of the violence the helpless have suffered, and because of the groans of the poor, I will rise up to defend them,” says the Lord. “I will give them the protection they have been longing for.”

Gapu iti kinaranggas a maibusor kadagiti napanglaw, gapu iti as-asug dagiti agkasapulan, bumangonakto,” kuna ni Yahweh. “Ipaaykonto ti kinatalged a kalkalikagumanda.”

6 What the Lord says is trustworthy, as pure as silver refined seven times in a furnace.

Nasin-aw dagiti sasao ni Yahweh, kasla pirak a napadalus iti naminpito iti maysa nga orno iti rabaw ti daga.

7 You, Lord will keep the oppressed safe; you will protect us from these kinds of people forever;

Sika ni Yahweh! Salsalaknibam ida. Ay-aywanam dagiti nadiosan a tattao manipud iti daytoy nadangkes a kaputotan ken iti agnanayon.

8 even though the wicked are all around us, and evil is being promoted everywhere.

Magna dagiti nadangkes iti tunggal suli no maitan-ok ti kinadakes kadagiti annak dagiti tattao.