Psalms 11

1 For the choirmaster. Of David. In the LORD I take refuge. How then can you say to me: “Flee like a bird to your mountain!

Bawipa awh thuk loet nyng. Kaw amyihna nang ing na ti; Pha amyihna na tlang awh ding hlah.

2 For behold, the wicked bend their bows. They set their arrow on the string to shoot from the shadows at the upright in heart.

Toek mai lah, thlak che ing licung hawi nawh; than a hypnaak awhkawng thlakdyng ce a lingbyi awh kah aham a licung qui awh laa met hyt hy.

3 If the foundations are destroyed, what can the righteous do?”

A lungsym ce ni hqe peek hoek awhtaw, thlakdyng ing ikaw asai thai hly tang,” na ti?

4 The LORD is in His holy temple; the LORD is on His heavenly throne. His eyes are watching closely; they examine the sons of men.

Bawipa taw bawkim ciim khuina awm nawh; Bawipa taw ak khan ngawihdoelh awh awm hy. Thlanghqing capakhqi ce khoem nawh; amik ing cekkhqi ce nym anai poepa hy.

5 The LORD tests the righteous and the wicked; His soul hates the lover of violence.

Bawipa ing thlakdyng nym anai nawh; thlak chekhqi ingkaw kawpoek sekhqi taw ang myihla ing sawh na hy.

6 On the wicked He will rain down fiery coals and sulfur; a scorching wind will be their portion.

Thlak chekhqi ak khanawh mai-eh ingkaw katmai tlan sak kaw; ak hlawk soeih khawhli ce a mingmih a pang kawi na awm kaw.

7 For the LORD is righteous; He loves justice. The upright will see His face.

Bawipa taw a dyng a dawngawh, ak thym ik-oeih ce lungna hy; kawlung ak dyngkhqi ingtaw a haai ce hu kawm uh.