Psalms 12

1 For the music director. To the Sheminith. A psalm of David. Help, Lord, for all the good people have gone! Those who trust in you have disappeared from among the people on earth.

Aka mawt ham David kah Sheminith Tingtoeng BOEIPA, hlangcim om pawt tih hlang kah capa rhoek khuikah oltak rhoek khaw a milh coeng dongah n'khang dae

2 Everyone lies to their neighbors. They flatter with nice talk, but they don't mean what they say.

A hui taengah a poeyoek la rhip cal uh tih, a hmui khaw hnal. A lungbuei neh a lungbuei ah voek uh thae.

3 Stop their flattery, Lord, and silence their boasts—

Duelhduelh aka cal tih a hmui a lai aka hnal boeih te BOEIPA loh rhet pa saeh.

4 these people who say, “We will succeed through what we say; our mouths belong to us. We don't take orders from anyone!”

Mah kah hmui lai neh n'na bitni. Unim mamih kah boei?,” a ti uh.

5 “Because of the violence the helpless have suffered, and because of the groans of the poor, I will rise up to defend them,” says the Lord. “I will give them the protection they have been longing for.”

Mangdaeng kah rhoelrhanah kongah, khodaeng rhoek a kiinah kongah ka thoo pawn ni. BOEIPA loh, “A taengah a sat hlang te, khangnah khuila ka khueh ni, “a ti.

6 What the Lord says is trustworthy, as pure as silver refined seven times in a furnace.

BOEIPA kah olthui tah aka caih olthui ni. Diklai hmaihueng khuiah voei rhih a ciil tangtae cak te a picai ni.

7 You, Lord will keep the oppressed safe; you will protect us from these kinds of people forever;

BOEIPA nang loh, tebang thawnpuei taeng lamloh nan dawn nan dah vetih, kumhal duela nan kueinah ni.

8 even though the wicked are all around us, and evil is being promoted everywhere.

Halang loh kaepvai a tluek vaengah, hlang capa rhoek loh hlangyoe a pomsang ni.