Sams-Zgame 12

1 Ra Anumzamoka nazahuo, na'ankure fatgo vahera omanitfa higeno, kema antahino amage antega vahera ama mopafina omani'naze.

Unto the end. For the octave. A Psalm of David. Save me, O Lord, because holiness has passed away, because truths have been diminished, before the sons of men.

2 Hagi mika vahe'mo'za havige vaheke nemani'za, tare zamagu'areti masavenkea nehu'za vahera rezamavataga nehaze.

They have been speaking emptiness, each one to his neighbor; they have been speaking with deceitful lips and a duplicitous heart.

3 Ra Anumzamo Agrake havigema nehaza vahe'mofo zamagira ruhamunegino, zamavufaga rama nehaza zamaganefu'na ruhamunenkie.

May the Lord scatter all deceitful lips, along with the tongue that speaks malice.

4 Zamagra ana vahe'mo'za hu'za, tagra tavufga rankema hanuna zamo vahera zmagateregahunanki, iza tagrira kva vahetia manigahie hu'za nehaze.

They have said: “We will magnify our tongue; our lips belong to us. What is Lord to us?”

5 Na'ankure kefo vahe'mo'za zamunte omane vahera zamazeri haviza nehu'za, kna nezamizanki'na, Nagra kegava huzmante'nuge'za havi vahe'mo'za zamazeri havizana osugahaze huno Ra Anumzamo'a hu'ne.

Because of the misery of the destitute and the groaning of the poor, now I will arise, says the Lord. I will place him in safety. I will act faithfully toward him.

6 Ra Anumzamofo nanekemo'a, agru hu'neankino silvama 7ni'a zupa tevefi kreno eri agru hiankna huno agrunentake hu'ne.

The eloquence of the Lord is pure eloquence, silver tested by fire, purged from the earth, refined seven times.

7 Ra Anumzamoka, havi zamavu zamava'ma nehaza vahe'mo'zama zamazeri havizama hu'zankura zamagu'vazinka maka knafina kegava huzamante vava huo.

You, O Lord, will preserve us, and you will guard us from this generation into eternity.

8 Hagi kefo avu'avazamo'ma vahepima ome rama nehige'za kefozama nehaza vahe'mo'za zamavufaga ra huza vano nehaze.

The impious wander aimlessly. According to your loftiness, you have multiplied the sons of men.