Psalms 12

1 To him that excelleth upon the eight tune. A Psalme of Dauid. Helpe Lord, for there is not a godly man left: for the faithfull are fayled from among the children of men.

Hina Gode! Nini fidima! Guiguda: da noga: i dunu hamedafa esala. Amola moloidafa dunu agoai hamedafa ba: sa.

2 They speake deceitfully euery one with his neighbour, flattering with their lips, and speake with a double heart.

Dunu enoma enoma ogogosu bagade hamosu. Dunu enoma enoma sefe sia: bagade sia: daha.

3 The Lord cut off all flattering lippes, and the tongue that speaketh proude things:

Hina Gode! Amo dunu ilia sefe sia: bagade hedofama. Gasa fi dunu ilia lafi ga: ma.

4 Which haue saide, With our tongue will we preuaile: our lippes are our owne: who is Lord ouer vs?

Ilia da gasa fili agoane sia: sa, “Ninia sia: ga fawane, ninia hanai lasa. Amola ninia adi sia: sia: musa: dawa: sea amo fawane sia: sa amola enoga agoane da hame gagabomu.”

5 Now for the oppression of the needy, and for the sighes of the poore, I will vp, sayeth the Lord, and will set at libertie him, whom the wicked hath snared.

Be Hina Gode da amane sia: sa, “Na da wali misunu. Bai hame gagui dunu da banenesi dagoi amola wadela: i dunu da gasa hame dunuma se iabeba: le, ilia da se nababeba: le, gogonomasa. Ilia da Na gaga: ma: ne hanaiba: le, Na da ouligimu.

6 The wordes of the Lord are pure wordes, as the siluer, tried in a fornace of earth, fined seuen folde.

Hina Gode Ea ilegele sia: i liligi, amo da dafawaneyale dawa: mu liligi. Ea ilegele sia: i liligi da fofoloi silifa agoane, amo da lalu bagade amo ganodini fesuale agoane gobei nenoai, fofoloi agoai.

7 Thou wilt keepe them, O Lord: thou wilt preserue him from this generation for euer.

Wadela: i hamosu dunu da osobo bagade dedebosa. Dunu huluane da wadela: i hou amoma nodosa. Amo dunu da nini wadela: sa: besa: le, Hina Gode, Di fidila misa amola nini gaga: ma.

8 The wicked walke on euery side: when they are exalted, it is a shame for the sonnes of men.