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?

Keiman eiveng tup din 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 arrange their arrow upon the string, to shoot in the dark 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 For [if] the foundations be torn down, what can the righteous do?

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

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.

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

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

Pakaiyin michonpha le migilou anigelin ahin ahinkhol toh e. Aman thunoh baotam bol ho athen ahi.

6 He letteth rain upon the wicked burning coals, fire and brimstone; and a glowing wind is 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 righteous is the Lord, he loveth righteousness: his countenance doth behold the upright.

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