Salamo 12

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

“For the leader of the music; to the octave. A psalm of David.” Help, LORD; for the godly man ceaseth; The faithful are failing among men.

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

They speak falsehood one to another; With flattering lips, with a double heart, do they speak.

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

May the LORD destroy all flattering lips, And the tongue which speaketh proud things!

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

Who say, “With our tongues will we prevail; Our lips are our reliance; Who is lord over us?”

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

For the oppression of the poor and the sighing of the wretched, Now will I stand up, saith the LORD; I will set in safety him whom they puff at.

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

The words of the LORD are pure; Like silver purified in a furnace on the earth, Seven times refined.

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

Thou, O LORD! will watch over them; Thou wilt preserve them from this generation for ever.

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

The wicked walk on every side, When the vilest of men are exalted.