Psalms 12

1 [For the Chief Musician; upon an eight-stringed lyre. A Psalm of David.] Help, YHWH; for the faithful ceases. For the loyal have vanished from among the descendants of Adam.

[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 Everyone lies to his neighbor. They speak with flattering lips, and with a double heart.

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 YHWH cut off all flattering lips, and the tongue that boasts,

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

4 who have said, "With our tongue we will prevail. Our lips are our own. 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 weak and because of the groaning of the needy, I will now arise," says YHWH; "I will place in safety the one who longs for it."

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 YHWH are flawless words, as silver refined in a clay furnace, 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 You, YHWH, will protect us. You will guard us from this generation forever.

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

8 The wicked walk on every side, when what is vile is exalted among the descendants of Adam.

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