Psalms 12

1 [For the Chief Musician; upon an eight-stringed lyre. A Psalm of David.] Help, LORD; for the faithful ceases. For the loyal have vanished from among the descendants of Adam.

Tumulongka, O Yahweh, ta nagpukaw dagiti nadiosan; awanen dagiti napudno.

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

Agibagbaga ti tunggal maysa iti parbo a sasao iti kaarrubana; agsasao ti tunggal maysa nga addaan iti managpasablog a dila ken manangallilaw a puso.

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

O Yahweh, putdem dagiti amin a managpasablog a bibig, tunggal dila a mangipabpablaak iti nalabes a banbanag.

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

Dagitoy dagiti nagkuna, “Agballigikami babaen kadagiti dilami. No agsaokami, siasino ti makabael a mangituray kadakami?”

5 "Because of the oppression of the weak and because of the groaning of the needy, I will now arise," says the LORD; "I will place in safety the one who longs for it."

Gapu iti kinaranggas a maibusor kadagiti napanglaw, gapu iti as-asug dagiti agkasapulan, bumangonakto,” kuna ni Yahweh. “Ipaaykonto ti kinatalged a kalkalikagumanda.”

6 The words of the LORD are flawless words, as silver refined in a clay furnace, purified seven times.

Nasin-aw dagiti sasao ni Yahweh, kasla pirak a napadalus iti naminpito iti maysa nga orno iti rabaw ti daga.

7 You, LORD, will protect us. You will guard us from this generation forever.

Sika ni Yahweh! Salsalaknibam ida. Ay-aywanam dagiti nadiosan a tattao manipud iti daytoy nadangkes a kaputotan ken iti agnanayon.

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

Magna dagiti nadangkes iti tunggal suli no maitan-ok ti kinadakes kadagiti annak dagiti tattao.