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.

Huhhing in, O Yahweh Pakai, michonpha mangthah ding ahitai! Leiset mihem te lah a mikitah jong abeitai!

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

Heng le kom jengjong jouthu jengin akilhemtouvin, muhnal a lungthima kilhep lhahding jeng thu asei ui.

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

Yahweh Pakai in dangnal tah a thukisei ho hi asuh bei ding, kiletsahna thuchengho jonghi asuthip ding ahitai.

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

Amahon aseijun, eihon lungna chim set'in jouthu seiju hite, ajeh chu i-lei ikam'u eihoa hilouham, kon eisuh tang jou diuham? atiuve.

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.”

Yahweh Pakai in adonbut in, “Keiman hatlou lhasamte chunga bolgenthei naho kamudohtai chule migenthei ho ka lemao jong kajatai. Tun keima kipan inting huhdoh dia eingaichat bangu va kahuh doh diu ahitai.”

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

Yahweh Pakai kitepna hi thengsel'a ahin, dangka mei chunga sagivei kilhit theng tobang ahi.

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

Hijeh chun, Yahweh Pakai nangin bol-hesoh'a umho nahuhdoh ding ahi, ti kaheuve, chule hiche kitahlou khang mitea kon'a tonsot geija dinga nahoidoh ding ahi,

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

migilou te muntina vahle henlang migilou pen ho jong gamsung a kidomsang u jong le.