Psalms 12

1 For the chief musician; set to the Sheminith. A psalm of David. Help, Yahweh, for the godly have disappeared; the faithful have vanished.

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

2 Everyone says empty words to his neighbor; everyone speaks with flattering lips and a double heart.

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

3 Yahweh, cut off all flattering lips, every tongue declaring great things.

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

4 These are those who have said, “With our tongues will we prevail. When our lips speak, who can be master 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 violence against the poor, because of the groans of the needy, I will arise,” says Yahweh. “I will provide the safety for which they long.”

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 Yahweh are pure words, like silver purified in a furnace on the earth, refined 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 are Yahweh! You keep them. You preserve the godly people from this wicked generation and 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 evil is exalted among the children of mankind.