Psalms 12

1 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.

Ho an’ ny mpiventy hira. Al-hasheminith. Salamo nataon’ i Davida. Vonjeo, Jehovah ô, fa efa lany ny tsara fanahy; eny, tsy misy mahatoky intsony eo amin’ ny zanak’ olombelona.

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

Samy milaza lainga amin’ ny namany amin’ ny molotra mandrobo izy; fo mamorom-pitaka no itenenany.

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

Holevonin’ i Jehovah anie ny molotra mandrobo rehetra sy ny lela miteny avonavona,

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

Izay manao hoe: hampahery anay ny lelanay; miandany aminay ny molotray; iza no tomponay?

5 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.

Noho ny fampahoriana ny ory sy ny fisentoan’ ny malahelo, dia hitsangana Aho ankehitriny, hoy Jehovah; hovonjeko izay vingavingain’ ny sasany.

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

Ny tenin’ i Jehovah dia teny madio, tahaka ny volafotsy voarendrika tao anatin’ ny memy ka mitsoriaka amin’ ny tany eny, voadio impito.

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

Hianao, Jehovah ô, no hiaro azy, Hianao no hiambina azy mandrakizay tsy ho azon’ ity taranaka ity.

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

Raha avy izay isandratan’ ny tsinontsinona eo amin’ ny zanak’ olombelona, dia mieboebo ombieniombieny ny ratsy fanahy. Fitarainana ataon’ izay azom-pahoriana mafy loatra.