Psalmowo 12

1 David ƒe ha na hɛnɔ la. Woadzii ɖe seminit ŋu. Xɔ nam, Yehowa elabena, mawuvɔ̃lawo megali o, eye nuteƒewɔlawo bu le amegbetɔwo dome.

Unto the end; for the octave, a psalm for David. Save me, O Lord, for there is now no saint: truths are decayed from among the children of men.

2 Ame sia ame kaa aʋatso na ehavi, eye wovivia nu me, elabena woƒe nuyiwo blea ame.

They have spoken vain things every one to his neighbour: with deceitful lips, and with a double heart have they spoken.

3 Yehowa nelã beblenuyiwo katã kple aɖe siwo doa wo ɖokui ɖe dzi

May the Lord destroy all deceitful lips, and the tongue that speaketh proud things.

4 hegblɔna be, “Míaɖu dzi kple míaƒe aɖewo, míaƒe nuyiwo nye mía tɔ, ame kae aɖu amegã ɖe mía dzi?”

Who have said: We will magnify our tongue; our lips are our own; who is Lord over us?

5 Yehowa be, “Esi wotea ame gblɔewo ɖe to, eye hiãtɔwo ŋena ta la, matso azɔ. Maɖe wo tso ame siwo le vlo dom wo la ƒe asi me.”

By reason of the misery of the needy, and the groans of the poor, now will I arise, saith the Lord. I win set him in safety; I will deal confidently in his regard.

6 Kpɔtsɔtsɔ mele Yehowa ƒe nyawo ŋuti o, wole abe klosalo si wololo le anyikpo me, eye wòdza zi gbɔ zi adre la ene.

The words of the Lord are pure words: as silver tried by the fire, purged from the earth refined seven times.

7 Ame vɔ̃ɖiwo zɔna le ablɔɖe me, eye wodea bubu yakanuwɔwɔwo ŋu le amegbetɔwo dome.

Thou, O Lord, wilt preserve us: and keep us from this generation for ever.

8 O! Yehowa, àna míanɔ dedie, eye àdzɔ mía ŋu tso ame siawo tɔgbi ƒe asi me tegbetegbe.

The wicked walk round about: according to thy highness, thou best multiplied the children of men.