Psalms 12

1 To the Chief Musician. On the Octave. A Melody of David. O save Yahweh, for the man of lovingkindness, is no more, for the faithful, have vanished, from among the sons of men.

Ho an’ ny mpiventy hira. Al-hasheminith. Salamo nataon’ i Davida. Vonjeo, Jehovah ô, fa efa lany ny tsara fanahy; eny, tsy misy mahatoky intsony eo amin’ ny zanak’ olombelona.

2 Deception, speak they, every one with his neighbour, —with lips uttering smooth things—with a heart and a heart, do they speak.

Samy milaza lainga amin’ ny namany amin’ ny molotra mandrobo izy; fo mamorom-pitaka no itenenany.

3 May Yahweh cut off All the lips that utter smooth things, —the tongue that speaketh swelling words;

Holevonin’ i Jehovah anie ny molotra mandrobo rehetra sy ny lela miteny avonavona,

4 Them who say—With our tongue, will we prevail, our lips, are our own, who is our master?

Izay manao hoe: hampahery anay ny lelanay; miandany aminay ny molotray; iza no tomponay?

5 Because of violence done to the poor, because of the crying of the needy, Now, will I arise! O may Yahweh say, —I will place [him] in safety—let him puff at him!

Noho ny fampahoriana ny ory sy ny fisentoan’ ny malahelo, dia hitsangana Aho ankehitriny, hoy Jehovah; hovonjeko izay vingavingain’ ny sasany.

6 The words of Yahweh, are words, that are pure, silver refined in a crucible of earth, purified seven times!

Ny tenin’ i Jehovah dia teny madio, tahaka ny volafotsy voarendrika tao anatin’ ny memy ka mitsoriaka amin’ ny tany eny, voadio impito.

7 Thou, O Yahweh, wilt keep them, —Thou wilt guard him, from this generation unto times age-abiding.

Hianao, Jehovah ô, no hiaro azy, Hianao no hiambina azy mandrakizay tsy ho azon’ ity taranaka ity.

8 On every side, the lawless, march about, —when worthlessness is exalted by the sons of men.

Raha avy izay isandratan’ ny tsinontsinona eo amin’ ny zanak’ olombelona, dia mieboebo ombieniombieny ny ratsy fanahy. Fitarainana ataon’ izay azom-pahoriana mafy loatra.