Psalms 12

1 Unto the end; for the octave, a psalm for David. Save me, O Lord, for there is now no saint: truths are decayed 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 They have spoken vain things every one to his neighbour: with deceitful lips, and with a double heart have they spoken.

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

3 May the Lord destroy all deceitful lips, and the tongue that speaketh proud things.

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

4 Who have said: We will magnify our tongue; 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 By reason of the misery of the needy, and the groans of the poor, now will I arise, saith the Lord. I win set him in safety; I will deal confidently in his regard.

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 words of the Lord are pure words: as silver tried by the fire, purged from the earth refined 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 Thou, O Lord, wilt preserve us: and keep us from this generation for ever.

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

8 The wicked walk round about: according to thy highness, thou best multiplied the children of men.

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