Psalms 12

1 To the chief Musician upon Sheminith. A Psalm of David. Help, LORD; for the godly man ceaseth; for the faithful fail from among the children of men.

Rombaho, ry Iehovà, fa tsy eo ondaty matarikeo; mimosaoñe amo ana’ ondatio o migahiñeo.

2 They speak vanity every one with his neighbor: [with] flattering lips [and] with a double heart do they speak.

Hene mifandañitse aman-drañetse ondatio, reke-tsoñy mitsiriry naho troke-miroe-rehake.

3 The LORD shall cut off all flattering lips, [and] the tongue that speaketh proud things:

Haitoa’ Iehovà ze hene fivimby mandomboke, naho ty fameleke mitrè fibohabohàñe,

4 Who have said, With our tongue will we prevail; our lips [are] our own: who [is] lord over us?

ami’ty hoe: O lela’aio ro handreketa’ay; anay o soñi’aio; ia ty mpifehe anay?

5 For the oppression of the poor, for the sighing of the needy, now will I arise, saith the LORD; I will set [him] in safety [from him that] puffeth at him.

Ty fampisoañañe o rarakeo, naho ty fitoreova’ o mpisotrio, ty iongahako henaneo, hoe t’Iehovà, Fa hampipalireko amy isehasehà’ey.

6 The words of the LORD [are] pure words: [as] silver tried in a furnace of earth, purified seven times.

Fetse ki’e o fepè’ Iehovào, volafoty nitsoheñe an-toñan-tsini-hara; nitranaheñe im-pito.

7 Thou shalt keep them, O LORD, thou shalt preserve them from this generation for ever.

Arovo irezay ry Iehovà, ambeno ami’ty tariratse toy nainai’e donia,

8 The wicked walk on every side, when the vilest men are exalted.

Mitsapiotsapioke mbeo’ mbeo o tsivokatseo, naho onjoneñe amo ana’ ondatio ty haloloañe.