Sam 12

1 Kathutkung: Devit BAWIPA na kabawm haw. Bangkongtetpawiteh, cathutlae tami awm hoeh toe. Tami capanaw dawk yuemkamcu e awm hoeh toe.

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 amongst the children of men.

2 A imrinaw hoi laithoe lawk a kâdei awh teh, lungsamphei laihoi lawk a dei awh.

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

3 BAWIPA ni pasawtpanepnae pahni hoi, kâoupnae lai hah tâtueng naseh.

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

4 Ahnimouh ni, ka lai hoi ka tâ han. Ka pahni hai kama e doeh. Apimouh kaimouh lathueng ka bawi han telah ati awh.

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

5 BAWIPA ni, repcoungroe e tami ka roedeng e hoi, voutthoup laihoi kacingounaw hanlah, atu ka thaw vaiteh, a ngaihawi awh e roumnae hmuen koe ka o sak han telah ati.

“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 BAWIPA e lawknaw teh, ka thoung e lawk doeh. Talai hoi thoung sak nahanelah, hmai dawk vai sari touh sôlêi tangcoung e ngun patetlah ao.

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

7 Oe BAWIPA, nang ni na khetyawt. Hete senaw thung dawk hoi a yungyoe na roum sak.

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

8 Tami capanaw ni tamikapo a tawmrasang awh toteh, tamikathoutnaw teh hmuen tangkuem a kâva awh.

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