Psalms 11

1 IN the Lord put I my trust: how say ye to my soul, Flee as a bird to your mountain?

Keiman eiveng tup din Yahweh Pakai katahsan e. Hijeh achu, nangin ipi dia, “vacha bang'in nahoibitna dingin hiche molchunga khun galeng tan” natiham!

2 For, lo, the wicked bend their bow, they make ready their arrow upon the string, that they may privily shoot at the upright in heart.

Migilouhon athalchangu akhaoto suhtoh san akoi un aloisal tauvin ahi. Amahon munthip a kon-in milungdih ho ahinkap'un ahi.

3 If the foundations be destroyed, what can the righteous do?

Dan leh thupehho akisuhset teng, michonphapa chun ipi abolthei nahlai dingham?

4 The Lord is in his holy temple, the Lord’s throne is in heaven: his eyes behold, his eyelids try, the children of men.

Ahinlah Yahweh Pakai chu a-houin munthenga chun aum e; Yahweh Pakai chun vanna kon'in vai ahinhom nalaije. Aman mijouse ahin vechilsoh keijin, leiset chunga mitin ahinkholtoh e.

5 The Lord trieth the righteous: but the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth.

Yahweh Pakai in michonpha le migilou anigelin ahinkhol toh e. Aman thunoh baotam bol ho athen ahi.

6 Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, and an horrible tempest: this shall be the portion of their cup.

Aman migiloute chunga mei-am lenglung leh katsong meikong gojuh'a ajuhsah ding hui savetvut pumma gotna apeh ding ahi.

7 For the righteous Lord loveth righteousness; his countenance doth behold the upright.

Yahweh Pakai dihnahin thu adih'a kitan achepin, hijeh'a chu thudih chepi hochun Yahweh Pakai mai amudiu ahi.