Psalms 12

1 For the Chief Musician; upon an eight-stringed lyre. A Psalm of David. Help, LORD; for the godly man ceases. For the faithful fail from amongst the children 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 Everyone lies to his neighbour. They speak with flattering lips, and with a double heart.

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

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

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

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

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

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 set him in safety from those who malign him.”

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

6 The LORD’s words are flawless words, as silver refined in a clay furnace, 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 You will keep them, LORD. You will preserve them from this generation forever.

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

8 The wicked walk on every side, when what is vile is exalted amongst 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.