Salamo 12

1

To the chief Musician. Upon Sheminith. A Psalm of David. Save, Jehovah, for the godly man is gone; for the faithful have failed from among the children of men.

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

They speak falsehood every one with his neighbour: [with] flattering lip, with a double heart, do they speak.

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

Jehovah will cut off all flattering lips, the tongue that speaketh proud things,

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

Who have said, With our tongue will we prevail, our lips are our own: 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.

Because of the oppression of the afflicted, because of the sighing of the needy, now will I arise, saith Jehovah, I will set [him] in safety, at whom they puff.

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

The words of Jehovah are pure words, silver tried in the furnace of earth, purified seven times.

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

Thou, Jehovah, wilt keep 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 about on every side, when vileness is exalted among the children of men.