Psalms 12

1 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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

5 “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.”

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.

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

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.

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

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

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

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