Psalms 12

1 For the chief music-maker on the Sheminith. A Psalm. Of David. Send help, Lord, for mercy has come to an end; there is no more faith among the children of men.

Katoeng kruek zaehoikung hanah, Shemenith hoi sak koi David ih saam laa. Angraeng, na bom ah, Angraeng zii kami om ai boeh: oep ohhaih loe kaminawk salak hoiah anghmat boih boeh.

2 Everyone says false words to his neighbour: their tongues are smooth in their talk, and their hearts are full of deceit.

Nihcae loe a imtaeng kaminawk hoi avang ai lok to apaeh o: amsawnlok thuihaih pahni, poek angphaehaih palungthin hoiah lok to apaeh o.

3 The smooth lips and the tongue of pride will be cut off by the Lord.

Pazawk hanah thuithaihaih pahni hoi palai to a tawnh o, mi mah doeh pakaa thai mak ai; aicae nuiah mi maw angraeng ah ka om vop?

4 They have said, With our tongues will we overcome; our lips are ours: who is lord over us?

tiah thui kaminawk ih, amsawnlok thuihaih pahninawk boih to Angraeng mah aat pae tih; amoekhaih palai doeh aat pae tih:

5 Because of the crushing of the poor and the weeping of those in need, now will I come to his help, says the Lord; I will give him the salvation which he is desiring.

Amtang kami mah tong ih pacaekthlaekhaih, tidoeh tawn ai kami qahhaih lok pongah, vaihi kang thawk han boeh; anih pacaekthlaek kami ban thung hoiah amtang kami to ka pakaa han, tiah Angraeng mah thuih.

6 The words of the Lord are true words: like silver tested by fire and burned clean seven times.

Angraeng ih loknawk loe ciim: amlai long hmai kamngaeh thungah vai sarihto atui pakaw ih, sumkanglung tui hoiah anghmong.

7 You will keep them, O Lord, you will keep them safe from this generation for ever.

Aw Angraeng, nihcae to na khen ueloe, nihcae to hae kaminawk khae hoiah dungzan khoek to na pakaa poe tih.

8 The sinners are walking on every side, and evil is honoured among the children of men.

Tidoeh avang ai kaminawk pakoehhaih atue phak naah, poeksae kaminawk loe ahmuen kruekah azatpawhaih hoiah caeh o tih.