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.

E KOKUA mai, e Iehova; no ka mea, ua oki ke kanaka lokomaikai; Ua pau hoi ka poe hoopono iwaena o na keiki a kanaka.

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

Ke kamailio nei kekahi i kekahi i ka mea lapuwale, Me na lehelehe malimali a me ka naau lua e olelo nei lakou.

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

E oki ana no o Iehova i na lehelehe malimali a pau, A me ke alelo e haanui ana i na mea nui;

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

Ka i olelo iho, Me ko kakou alelo e lanakila ai kakou; No kakou no ko kakou mau lehelehe: Owai la ka Haku maluna o kakou?

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."

No ka luhihewa ana o ka poe ilihune, No ka auwe ana o ka poe kaniuhu, E ku ai au iluna ano, wahi a Iehova, E hoonoho au ia ia i kahi ola, ke puhiia mai ia.

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

O na olelo a Iehova, he mau olelo maemae no ia, Me he kala la i hoaoia i ka umulepo, ehiku ka hoomaemae ana.

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

Nau no lakou e malama mai, e Iehova, Nau no lakou e hoola, mai keia hanauna aku a i ka manawa pau ole.

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

E hele ana no ka poe hewa i kela aoao a i keia aoao, I ka manawa i hookiekieia'i na kanaka ino loa.