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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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