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.

Ho an’ ny mpiventy hira. Al-hasheminith. Salamo nataon’ i Davida. Vonjeo, Jehovah ô, fa efa lany ny tsara fanahy; eny, tsy misy mahatoky intsony eo amin’ ny zanak’ olombelona.

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

Samy milaza lainga amin’ ny namany amin’ ny molotra mandrobo izy; fo mamorom-pitaka no itenenany.

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

Holevonin’ i Jehovah anie ny molotra mandrobo rehetra sy ny lela miteny avonavona,

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

Izay manao hoe: hampahery anay ny lelanay; miandany aminay ny molotray; iza no tomponay?

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.

Noho ny fampahoriana ny ory sy ny fisentoan’ ny malahelo, dia hitsangana Aho ankehitriny, hoy Jehovah; hovonjeko izay vingavingain’ ny sasany.

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

Ny tenin’ i Jehovah dia teny madio, tahaka ny volafotsy voarendrika tao anatin’ ny memy ka mitsoriaka amin’ ny tany eny, voadio impito.

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

Hianao, Jehovah ô, no hiaro azy, Hianao no hiambina azy mandrakizay tsy ho azon’ ity taranaka ity.

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

Raha avy izay isandratan’ ny tsinontsinona eo amin’ ny zanak’ olombelona, dia mieboebo ombieniombieny ny ratsy fanahy. Fitarainana ataon’ izay azom-pahoriana mafy loatra.