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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.”

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

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

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

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

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

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