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.

Ki he Takimuʻa ʻi he Semini, ko e Saame ʻa Tevita. ‌ʻE Sihova, ke ke fakamoʻui; he kuo ngata ʻae tangata anga fakaʻotua; he ʻoku fakaʻaʻau ʻo tokosiʻi ʻae angatonu ʻi he ngaahi fānau ʻae tangata.

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

‌ʻOku nau taki taha lea loi ki hono kaungāʻapi: ʻoku nau lea ʻi he loungutu lapu mo e kākā.

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

‌ʻE fakaʻauha ʻe Sihova ʻae ngaahi loungutu lapu kotoa pē, pea mo e ʻelelo ʻoku lea ʻaki ʻae ngaahi meʻa fakafielahi:

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

‌ʻAkinautolu naʻe pehē, “Te tau ikuna ʻaki hotau ʻelelo; ʻoku ʻotautolu pe hotau loungutu: ko hai ʻae ʻeiki kiate kitautolu?

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.

‌ʻOku pehē ʻe Sihova, “Ko e meʻa ʻi he fakamālohiʻi ʻoe masiva, mo e ngaahi mafulu ʻoe vaivai, te u tuʻu hake; te u fokotuʻu moʻui ia meiate ia ʻaia ʻoku manuki kiate ia.”

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

Ko e ngaahi folofola ʻa Sihova ko e folofola maʻa ia: ʻo hangē ko e siliva kuo ʻahiʻahi ʻi he kulo ʻumea, kuo tuʻo fitu hono fakamaʻa.

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

‌ʻE Sihova, te ke tauhi ʻakinautolu, te ke fakamoʻui ʻakinautolu mei he toʻutangata ni ʻo taʻengata.

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

‌ʻOku ʻeveʻeva ʻae angakovi ʻi he potu kotoa pē, ʻoka hakeakiʻi ʻae kau tangata ʻoku mātuʻaki kovi.