Psalms 12

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

Hina Gode! Nini fidima! Guiguda: da noga: i dunu hamedafa esala. Amola moloidafa dunu agoai hamedafa ba: sa.

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

Dunu enoma enoma ogogosu bagade hamosu. Dunu enoma enoma sefe sia: bagade sia: daha.

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

Hina Gode! Amo dunu ilia sefe sia: bagade hedofama. Gasa fi dunu ilia lafi ga: ma.

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

Ilia da gasa fili agoane sia: sa, “Ninia sia: ga fawane, ninia hanai lasa. Amola ninia adi sia: sia: musa: dawa: sea amo fawane sia: sa amola enoga agoane da hame gagabomu.”

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

Be Hina Gode da amane sia: sa, “Na da wali misunu. Bai hame gagui dunu da banenesi dagoi amola wadela: i dunu da gasa hame dunuma se iabeba: le, ilia da se nababeba: le, gogonomasa. Ilia da Na gaga: ma: ne hanaiba: le, Na da ouligimu.

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

Hina Gode Ea ilegele sia: i liligi, amo da dafawaneyale dawa: mu liligi. Ea ilegele sia: i liligi da fofoloi silifa agoane, amo da lalu bagade amo ganodini fesuale agoane gobei nenoai, fofoloi agoai.

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

Wadela: i hamosu dunu da osobo bagade dedebosa. Dunu huluane da wadela: i hou amoma nodosa. Amo dunu da nini wadela: sa: besa: le, Hina Gode, Di fidila misa amola nini gaga: ma.

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