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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

These are those who have said, “With our tongues will we prevail. When our lips speak, who can be master 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.”

“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.”

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 Yahweh are pure words, like silver purified in a furnace on the earth, refined seven times.

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

You are Yahweh! You keep them. You preserve the godly people from this wicked generation and forever.

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

The wicked walk on every side when evil is exalted among the children of mankind.