Tingtoeng 12

1 [Aka mawt ham David kah Sheminith Tingtoeng] BOEIPA, hlangcim om pawt tih hlang kah capa rhoek khuikah oltak rhoek khaw a milh coeng dongah n'khang dae.

To the Chief Musician. On the Octave. A Melody of David. O save Yahweh, for the man of lovingkindness, is no more, for the faithful, have vanished, from among the sons of men.

2 A hui taengah a poeyoek la rhip cal uh tih, a hmui khaw hnal. A lungbuei neh a lungbuei ah voek uh thae.

Deception, speak they, every one with his neighbour, —with lips uttering smooth things—with a heart and a heart, do they speak.

3 Duelhduelh aka cal tih a hmui a lai aka hnal boeih te BOEIPA loh rhet pa saeh.

May Yahweh cut off All the lips that utter smooth things, —the tongue that speaketh swelling words;

4 Mah kah hmui lai neh n'na bitni. Unim mamih kah boei?” a ti uh.

Them who say—With our tongue, will we prevail, our lips, are our own, who is our master?

5 Mangdaeng kah rhoelrhanah kongah, khodaeng rhoek a kiinah kongah ka thoo pawn ni. BOEIPA loh, “A taengah a sat hlang te, khangnah khuila ka khueh ni,” a ti.

Because of violence done to the poor, because of the crying of the needy, Now, will I arise! O may Yahweh say, —I will place [him] in safety—let him puff at him!

6 BOEIPA kah olthui tah aka caih olthui ni. Diklai hmaihueng khuiah voei rhih a ciil tangtae cak te a picai ni.

The words of Yahweh, are words, that are pure, silver refined in a crucible of earth, purified seven times!

7 BOEIPA nang loh, tebang thawnpuei taeng lamloh nan dawn nan dah vetih, kumhal duela nan kueinah ni.

Thou, O Yahweh, wilt keep them, —Thou wilt guard him, from this generation unto times age-abiding.

8 Halang loh kaepvai a tluek vaengah, hlang capa rhoek loh hlangyoe a pomsang ni.

On every side, the lawless, march about, —when worthlessness is exalted by the sons of men.