Psalms 12

1 For the Chief Musician; upon an eight-stringed lyre. A Psalm of David. Help, Yahweh; for the godly man ceases. For the faithful fail from among the children of men.

AYUDA, O Jeova, sa jocog mandeboto: sa jocog y manmauleg gui entalo y famaguon taotao.

2 Everyone lies to his neighbor. They speak with flattering lips, and with a double heart.

Masasangang taebale cada uno gui tiguangña: yan labios na jaande, yan doble na corason jasasangan.

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

Si Jeova uutut todo y labios na jaande, yan y jila ni cumuecuentos mandangculo:

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

Ayo na ujaalog: Pot y jilata na utagana; y labiosta iyota: jaye siña señot gui jilota?

5 “Because of the oppression of the weak and because of the groaning of the needy, I will now arise,” says Yahweh; “I will set him in safety from those who malign him.”

Sa y chiniguit y mamoble y an y inigong y mannesesitao: pago bae cajulo, ilegña si Jeova: guajo jupolo güi na seguro, ni y jaguaefeye.

6 Yahweh’s words are flawless words, as silver refined in a clay furnace, purified seven times.

Sa y finijo Jeova, gasgas na finijo: calang salape na managasgas gui jotno gui jilo y tano: managasgas siete biaje.

7 You will keep them, Yahweh. You will preserve them from this generation forever.

Jago, O Jeova, ni umadadaje sija, jago umantiene para taejinecog, guine este na generasion.

8 The wicked walk on every side, when what is vile is exalted among the sons of men.

Jijot gui oriya manjajanao y manaelaye: anae esta nacajulo y tinaelaye gui entalo y famaguon taotao.