Psalms 12

1 For the choirmaster. According to Sheminith. A Psalm of David. Help, O LORD, for the godly are no more; the faithful have vanished from among men.

Bawipa ni bawm lah, Khawsa ak kqih thlang am awm voel hy. Thlanghqingkhqi anglakawh thlang ypawm qeeng kang hawh hy.

2 They lie to one another; they speak with flattering lips and a double heart.

Thlang boeih ing a imceng venawh qaih awi kqawn unawh; awih haal kqawnnaak hui ing ami qaai kqawn boeih hawh uhy.

3 May the LORD cut off all flattering lips and every boastful tongue.

Bawipa ing awih haal kqawn nawh huikhqi ce qeet pek khqi seitaw, oek qunaak lai awm qeet pe seh.

4 They say, “With our tongues we will prevail. We own our lips—who can be our master?”

Lai ing ni noeng khqi ngai bit kaw; hui ni ta u saw kaw ningnih a boei na u nu ak awm bai?” ak tikhqi ce.

5 “For the cause of the oppressed and for the groaning of the needy, I will now arise,” says the LORD. “I will bring safety to him who yearns.”

Tha amak awm khawdeng thlangkhqi ingkaw, kaw amak ta thlanghqing konaak awi awh, tuh taw tho hawh kawng nyng. Cekkhqi ak kqawn seetkungkhqi ven awhkawng chung a hlip khqi kawng,” tinawh Bawipa ing tihy.

6 The words of the LORD are flawless, like silver refined in a furnace, like gold purified sevenfold.

BawipaK awikhqi taw coet am kap qoe nawh, deknawng maih hlawk awh voei khqih dy ngun a tui tle ing myih hy.

7 You, O LORD, will keep us; You will forever guard us from this generation.

Aw Bawipa, nang ing ni loet sak kawm tiksaw, cemyih, thlangkhqi anglakawhkawng ni hlip nik chung kawp ti.

8 The wicked wander freely, and vileness is exalted among men.

Thlangkhqi anglakawh chahnak hly kawi ik-oeih zoeksangnaak a awm awh, thlak chekhqi taw ami ngaih ngaih na chah phyih doena cet uhy.