Psalms 12

1 To him that excelleth upon the eight tune. A Psalme of Dauid. Helpe Lord, for there is not a godly man left: for the faithfull are fayled from among the children of men.

Bawipa ni bawm lah, Khawsa ak kqih thlang am awm voel hy. Thlanghqingkhqi anglakawh thlang ypawm qeeng kang hawh hy.

2 They speake deceitfully euery one with his neighbour, flattering with their lips, and speake with a double heart.

Thlang boeih ing a imceng venawh qaih awi kqawn unawh; awih haal kqawnnaak hui ing ami qaai kqawn boeih hawh uhy.

3 The Lord cut off all flattering lippes, and the tongue that speaketh proude things:

Bawipa ing awih haal kqawn nawh huikhqi ce qeet pek khqi seitaw, oek qunaak lai awm qeet pe seh.

4 Which haue saide, With our tongue will we preuaile: our lippes are our owne: who is Lord ouer vs?

Lai ing ni noeng khqi ngai bit kaw; hui ni ta u saw kaw ningnih a boei na u nu ak awm bai?” ak tikhqi ce.

5 Now for the oppression of the needy, and for the sighes of the poore, I will vp, sayeth the Lord, and will set at libertie him, whom the wicked hath snared.

Tha amak awm khawdeng thlangkhqi ingkaw, kaw amak ta thlanghqing konaak awi awh, tuh taw tho hawh kawng nyng. Cekkhqi ak kqawn seetkungkhqi ven awhkawng chung a hlip khqi kawng,” tinawh Bawipa ing tihy.

6 The wordes of the Lord are pure wordes, as the siluer, tried in a fornace of earth, fined seuen folde.

BawipaK awikhqi taw coet am kap qoe nawh, deknawng maih hlawk awh voei khqih dy ngun a tui tle ing myih hy.

7 Thou wilt keepe them, O Lord: thou wilt preserue him from this generation for euer.

Aw Bawipa, nang ing ni loet sak kawm tiksaw, cemyih, thlangkhqi anglakawhkawng ni hlip nik chung kawp ti.

8 The wicked walke on euery side: when they are exalted, it is a shame for the sonnes of men.

Thlangkhqi anglakawh chahnak hly kawi ik-oeih zoeksangnaak a awm awh, thlak chekhqi taw ami ngaih ngaih na chah phyih doena cet uhy.