Psalms 11

1 “To the chief musician, by David.” In the Lord have I put my trust: how can ye say to my soul, Flee to your mountain as a bird?

Bawipa awh thuk loet nyng. Kaw amyihna nang ing na ti; Pha amyihna na tlang awh ding hlah.

2 For lo, the wicked bend their bow, they arrange their arrow upon the string, to shoot in the dark at the upright in heart.

Toek mai lah, thlak che ing licung hawi nawh; than a hypnaak awhkawng thlakdyng ce a lingbyi awh kah aham a licung qui awh laa met hyt hy.

3 For [if] the foundations be torn down, what can the righteous do?

A lungsym ce ni hqe peek hoek awhtaw, thlakdyng ing ikaw asai thai hly tang,” na ti?

4 The Lord is in his holy temple, the Lord hath his throne in the heavens, his eyes behold, his eyelids prove, the children of men.

Bawipa taw bawkim ciim khuina awm nawh; Bawipa taw ak khan ngawihdoelh awh awm hy. Thlanghqing capakhqi ce khoem nawh; amik ing cekkhqi ce nym anai poepa hy.

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

Bawipa ing thlakdyng nym anai nawh; thlak chekhqi ingkaw kawpoek sekhqi taw ang myihla ing sawh na hy.

6 He letteth rain upon the wicked burning coals, fire and brimstone; and a glowing wind is the portion of their cup.

Thlak chekhqi ak khanawh mai-eh ingkaw katmai tlan sak kaw; ak hlawk soeih khawhli ce a mingmih a pang kawi na awm kaw.

7 For righteous is the Lord, he loveth righteousness: his countenance doth behold the upright.

Bawipa taw a dyng a dawngawh, ak thym ik-oeih ce lungna hy; kawlung ak dyngkhqi ingtaw a haai ce hu kawm uh.