Psalms 12

1 “To the chief musician upon Sheminith, a psalm of David.” Help, O Lord; for the pious have ceased to be; for the truthful have failed from among the children of men.

Dura buʼaa Faarfattootaatiif. Faarfannaa Daawit kan akka sirna Shamiiniitiitti faarfatamu. Yaa Waaqayyo, namni Waaqa sodaatu hin jiruutii ati na gargaar; ilmaan namaa keessaas namni amanamu dhabameeraatii.

2 Deceptively do they speak every one with his neighbor, with flattering lips, with a double heart do they speak.

Namni hundinuu ollaa isaatti soba dubbata; isaan nama saadanii garaa lamaan dubbatu.

3 May the Lord cut off all flattering lips, the tongue that speaketh boastful things:

Waaqayyo afaan nama saadu hunda, arraba of tuulu hundas haa kukkutu;

4 Who have said, With our tongue will we be mighty; our lips are with us; who is Lord over us!

isaanis, “Nu arraba keenyaan ni moona; hidhiin keenyas keenyuma; eenyutu nurratti gooftummaa qaba?” jedhu.

5 Because of the oppression of the poor, because of the sighing of the needy, now will I arise, saith the Lord: I will grant safety to him for whom the other layeth a snare.

Waaqayyo, “Ani sababii hacuucamuu hiyyeeyyiitiif, sababii aaduu rakkattootaatiifis amma nan kaʼa. Nagaa isaan hawwan keessas isaan nan jiraachisa” jedha.

6 The words of the Lord are pure words, as silver refined in the crucible of earth, purified seven times.

Dubbiin Waaqayyoo hirʼina hin qabu; innis akka meetii boolla ibiddaa keessatti baqfamee yeroo torba qulqulleeffamee ti.

7 Thou, O Lord, wilt preserve them; thou wilt guard them from this generation for ever.

Yaa Waaqayyo ati nu eegda; dhaloota akkanaa irraas bara baraan nu oolchita.

8 On every side do the wicked walk about, when the vile are exalted over the sons of man.

Yeroo wanni faayidaa hin qabne ilmaan namaa gidduutti kabajamutti hamoonni of dhiibuudhaan kallattii hundaan asii fi achi naannaʼu.