Psalms 12

1 [For the Chief Musician; upon an eight-stringed lyre. A Psalm of David.] Help, Jehovah; for the faithful ceases. For the loyal have vanished from among the descendants of Adam.

Kuom jatend wer. Kaluwore gi sheminith. Zaburi mar Daudi. Kony ji yaye Jehova Nyasaye, nikech joma oluoro Nyasaye koro onge; joma jo-adiera oserumo e dier ji.

2 Everyone lies to his neighbor. They speak with flattering lips, and with a double heart.

Ngʼato ka ngʼato riambo ne nyawadgi; dhogi mohero jaro ji wuoyo gi wuond.

3 May Jehovah cut off all flattering lips, and the tongue that boasts,

Mad Jehova Nyasaye ongʼad oko lep duto ma jaro ji kod lep duto masungore;

4 who have said, "With our tongue we will prevail. Our lips are our own. Who is lord over us?"

mawacho niya, “Wabiro wuoyo kaka wahero; kendo onge ngʼama biro tamowa. Koso en ngʼa ma ruodhwa manyalo tamowa timo kamano?”

5 "Because of the oppression of the weak and because of the groaning of the needy, I will now arise," says Jehovah; "I will place in safety the one who longs for it."

“Nikech dich modigo joma ok nyal kod chur ma joma ochando churgo, koro abiro aa malo,” Jehova Nyasaye owacho. “Abiro ritogi e lwet joma sandogi.”

6 The words of Jehovah are flawless words, as silver refined in a clay furnace, purified seven times.

Weche Jehova Nyasaye liw, giliw ka fedha moleny e lowo mowangʼ maliet ha, mopwodhi ndalo abiriyo.

7 You, Jehovah, will protect us. You will guard us from this generation forever.

Yaye Jehova Nyasaye, yie iritwa maber kik gimoro ohinywa kendo reswa e lwet joma kamago nyaka chiengʼ.

8 The wicked walk on every side, when what is vile is exalted among the descendants of Adam.

Joma timbegi richo wuotho koni gi koni kendo gima rach ema ji puoyo.