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.

Kathutkung: Devit BAWIPA na kabawm haw. Bangkongtetpawiteh, cathutlae tami awm hoeh toe. Tami capanaw dawk yuemkamcu e awm hoeh toe.

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

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

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

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

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

Ahnimouh ni, ka lai hoi ka tâ han. Ka pahni hai kama e doeh. Apimouh kaimouh lathueng ka bawi han telah ati awh.

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.

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

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

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

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

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