Saam 12

1 Katoeng kruek zaehoikung hanah, Shemenith hoi sak koi David ih saam laa. Angraeng, na bom ah, Angraeng zii kami om ai boeh: oep ohhaih loe kaminawk salak hoiah anghmat boih boeh.

For the Chief Musician; upon an eight-stringed lyre. A Psalm of David. Help, LORD; for the godly man ceases. For the faithful fail from among the children of men.

2 Nihcae loe a imtaeng kaminawk hoi avang ai lok to apaeh o: amsawnlok thuihaih pahni, poek angphaehaih palungthin hoiah lok to apaeh o.

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

3 Pazawk hanah thuithaihaih pahni hoi palai to a tawnh o, mi mah doeh pakaa thai mak ai; aicae nuiah mi maw angraeng ah ka om vop?

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

4 tiah thui kaminawk ih, amsawnlok thuihaih pahninawk boih to Angraeng mah aat pae tih; amoekhaih palai doeh aat pae tih:

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

5 Amtang kami mah tong ih pacaekthlaekhaih, tidoeh tawn ai kami qahhaih lok pongah, vaihi kang thawk han boeh; anih pacaekthlaek kami ban thung hoiah amtang kami to ka pakaa han, tiah Angraeng mah thuih.

“Because of the oppression of the weak and because of the groaning of the needy, I will now arise,” says the LORD; “I will set him in safety from those who malign him.”

6 Angraeng ih loknawk loe ciim: amlai long hmai kamngaeh thungah vai sarihto atui pakaw ih, sumkanglung tui hoiah anghmong.

The LORD’s words are flawless words, as silver refined in a clay furnace, purified seven times.

7 Aw Angraeng, nihcae to na khen ueloe, nihcae to hae kaminawk khae hoiah dungzan khoek to na pakaa poe tih.

You will keep them, LORD. You will preserve them from this generation forever.

8 Tidoeh avang ai kaminawk pakoehhaih atue phak naah, poeksae kaminawk loe ahmuen kruekah azatpawhaih hoiah caeh o tih.

The wicked walk on every side, when what is vile is exalted among the sons of men.