Psalms 11

1 For the music director: A psalm of David. Lord, you are my protection. So how can you tell me, “Fly away to the mountains like a bird”?

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

2 Look, the wicked are drawing their bows, loading them with arrows ready to shoot from the shadows at good people.

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 When the foundations of society are destroyed, what can those who live right do?

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

4 The Lord is in his Temple; the Lord's throne is in heaven. He keeps a close eye on everyone, watching them carefully.

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 examines both those who do right and those who do evil, but he hates those who love violence.

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

6 He will make blazing coals and sulfur rain down on the wicked; a scorching wind is what's coming on them.

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 The Lord does what is right, and he loves those who live right. Those who do good will see him face to face.

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