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.

MAIN kom kotin jauaja, pwe me lelapok kan malaulaular, o me melel akan me malaulau ren aramaj akan.

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

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

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

Ieowa pan kotin ujada kil en au karoj me linkapin o lo, me kin lokaia wei ni aklapalap.

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

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

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.”

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

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

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

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

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

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