Psalms 12

1 “To the chief musician upon Sheminith, a psalm of David.” Help, O Lord; for the pious have ceased to be; for the truthful have failed from among the children of men.

Aka mawt ham David kah Sheminith Tingtoeng BOEIPA, hlangcim om pawt tih hlang kah capa rhoek khuikah oltak rhoek khaw a milh coeng dongah n'khang dae

2 Deceptively do they speak every one with his neighbor, with flattering lips, with a double heart do they speak.

A hui taengah a poeyoek la rhip cal uh tih, a hmui khaw hnal. A lungbuei neh a lungbuei ah voek uh thae.

3 May the Lord cut off all flattering lips, the tongue that speaketh boastful things:

Duelhduelh aka cal tih a hmui a lai aka hnal boeih te BOEIPA loh rhet pa saeh.

4 Who have said, With our tongue will we be mighty; our lips are with us; who is Lord over us!

Mah kah hmui lai neh n'na bitni. Unim mamih kah boei?,” a ti uh.

5 Because of the oppression of the poor, because of the sighing of the needy, now will I arise, saith the Lord: I will grant safety to him for whom the other layeth a snare.

Mangdaeng kah rhoelrhanah kongah, khodaeng rhoek a kiinah kongah ka thoo pawn ni. BOEIPA loh, “A taengah a sat hlang te, khangnah khuila ka khueh ni, “a ti.

6 The words of the Lord are pure words, as silver refined in the crucible of earth, purified seven times.

BOEIPA kah olthui tah aka caih olthui ni. Diklai hmaihueng khuiah voei rhih a ciil tangtae cak te a picai ni.

7 Thou, O Lord, wilt preserve them; thou wilt guard them from this generation for ever.

BOEIPA nang loh, tebang thawnpuei taeng lamloh nan dawn nan dah vetih, kumhal duela nan kueinah ni.

8 On every side do the wicked walk about, when the vile are exalted over the sons of man.

Halang loh kaepvai a tluek vaengah, hlang capa rhoek loh hlangyoe a pomsang ni.