Psalms 12

1 TO THE OVERSEER. ON THE EIGHTH. A PSALM OF DAVID. Save, YHWH, for the saintly has failed, For the steadfast have ceased From the sons of men:

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

2 They each speak vanity with his neighbor, Lip of flattery! With heart and heart they speak.

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

3 YHWH cuts off all lips of flattery, A tongue speaking great things,

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

4 Who said, “By our tongue we do mightily: Our lips [are] our own; who [is] lord over us?”

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 spoiling of the poor, Because of the groaning of the needy, Now I arise, says YHWH, I set in safety [him who] breathes for it.

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 Sayings of YHWH [are] pure sayings—Silver tried in a furnace of earth, refined sevenfold.

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

7 You, O YHWH, preserve them, You keep us from this generation for all time.

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

8 The wicked walk around continually, According as vileness is exalted by sons of men!

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