Salmos 12

For the Chief Musician; upon an eight-stringed lyre. A Psalm of David.

1 Help, Yahweh; for the godly man ceases.

For the faithful fail from among the children of men.

2 Everyone lies to his neighbor.

They speak with flattering lips, and with a double heart.

3 May Yahweh cut off all flattering lips,

and the tongue that boasts,

4 who have said, "With our tongue we will prevail.

Our lips are our own.

Who is lord over us?"

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."

6 Yahweh’s words are flawless words,

as silver refined in a clay furnace, purified seven times.

7 You will keep them, Yahweh.

You will preserve them from this generation forever.

8 The wicked walk on every side,

when what is vile is exalted among the sons of men.

He Īnoi mō te Āwhina i ngā Wā Kino

Ki te tino kaiwhakatangi: Heminiti. He hīmene nā Rāwiri.

1 Whakaorangia, e Ihowā;

ka mutu hoki ngā tāngata tapu;

ka taweke atu te hunga pono i roto i ngā tama a te tangata.

2 E kōrero teka ana rātou tētahi ki tētahi;

he ngutu patipati, he ngākau rua ō rātou ina kōrero.

3 Ka hātepea e Ihowā ngā ngutu patipati katoa,

me te arero e kōrero whakapehapeha ana;

4 e mea nei, "Mā ō tātou arero tātou ka kake ai;

nō tātou anō ō tātou ngutu, ko wai hei ariki mō tātou?"

5 "Mō te tūkinotanga i te hunga iti, mō te auē a te hunga rawakore,

ka whakatika ahau āianei," e ai tā Ihowā,

"Ka whakanohoia ia e ahau ki te wāhi e ora ai ia

i ngā tāngata e whakatūpererū ana ki a ia."

6 He kupu parakore ngā kupu a Ihowā;

he hiriwa i whakakorea nei te para i roto i te oumu whenua,

he mea tuku whitu.

7 Ka tiakina rātou e koe, e Ihowā,

ka whakaorangia rātou i tēnei whakatupuranga ake tonu atu.

8 E hāereere noa ana ngā tāngata kino i tētahi taha, i tētahi taha,

i te mea e whakateiteitia ana te kino i roto i ngā tama a te tangata.