Psalms 12

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

Ra Anumzamoka nazahuo, na'ankure fatgo vahera omanitfa higeno, kema antahino amage antega vahera ama mopafina omani'naze.

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

Hagi mika vahe'mo'za havige vaheke nemani'za, tare zamagu'areti masavenkea nehu'za vahera rezamavataga nehaze.

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

Ra Anumzamo Agrake havigema nehaza vahe'mofo zamagira ruhamunegino, zamavufaga rama nehaza zamaganefu'na ruhamunenkie.

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

Zamagra ana vahe'mo'za hu'za, tagra tavufga rankema hanuna zamo vahera zmagateregahunanki, iza tagrira kva vahetia manigahie hu'za nehaze.

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

Na'ankure kefo vahe'mo'za zamunte omane vahera zamazeri haviza nehu'za, kna nezamizanki'na, Nagra kegava huzmante'nuge'za havi vahe'mo'za zamazeri havizana osugahaze huno Ra Anumzamo'a hu'ne.

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

Ra Anumzamofo nanekemo'a, agru hu'neankino silvama 7ni'a zupa tevefi kreno eri agru hiankna huno agrunentake hu'ne.

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

Ra Anumzamoka, havi zamavu zamava'ma nehaza vahe'mo'zama zamazeri havizama hu'zankura zamagu'vazinka maka knafina kegava huzamante vava huo.

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

Hagi kefo avu'avazamo'ma vahepima ome rama nehige'za kefozama nehaza vahe'mo'za zamavufaga ra huza vano nehaze.