Psalms 11

1 To the chief Musician, [A Psalm] of David. In the LORD put I my trust: how say ye to my soul, Flee [as] a bird to your mountain?

Aka mawt ham David kah BOEIPA dongah ka ying coeng. Metlamlae ka hinglu te vaa bangla na tlang dongah rhaehba khaw rhaehba mai na ti?

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.

Halang rhoek loh lungbuei aka thuem rhoek te a hmuep lamloh kah ham, lirhui dongah thaltang a mop uh tih lii a phuk uh thil ke.

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

A yung a paa te a koengloeng uh vaengah aka dueng loh balae a saii thai?

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.

BOEIPA tah amah kah bawkim cim ah om. BOEIPA kah a ngolkhoel tah vaan ah om. Hlang capa rhoek te a mik neh a dawn tih a mikkhu neh a noem.

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

BOEIPA loh aka dueng neh aka halang te a noem vaengah kuthlahnah aka lungnah te BOEIPA kah a hinglu loh a hmuhuet.

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

Halang tah hmai pael neh kat a tlan thil vetih yilh ling boengloeng te a buham nah ni.

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

Duengnah BOEIPA tah a dueng dongah a thuem aka lungnah rhoek long ni a maelhmai a hmuh uh eh.