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.

Bawipa ni bawm lah, Khawsa ak kqih thlang am awm voel hy. Thlanghqingkhqi anglakawh thlang ypawm qeeng kang hawh hy.

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

Thlang boeih ing a imceng venawh qaih awi kqawn unawh; awih haal kqawnnaak hui ing ami qaai kqawn boeih hawh uhy.

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

Bawipa ing awih haal kqawn nawh huikhqi ce qeet pek khqi seitaw, oek qunaak lai awm qeet pe seh.

4 who have said, "With our tongue we will prevail. Our lips are our own. Who is lord over us?"

Lai ing ni noeng khqi ngai bit kaw; hui ni ta u saw kaw ningnih a boei na u nu ak awm bai?” ak tikhqi ce.

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."

Tha amak awm khawdeng thlangkhqi ingkaw, kaw amak ta thlanghqing konaak awi awh, tuh taw tho hawh kawng nyng. Cekkhqi ak kqawn seetkungkhqi ven awhkawng chung a hlip khqi kawng,” tinawh Bawipa ing tihy.

6 The words of YHWH are flawless words, as silver refined in a clay furnace, purified seven times.

BawipaK awikhqi taw coet am kap qoe nawh, deknawng maih hlawk awh voei khqih dy ngun a tui tle ing myih hy.

7 You, YHWH, will protect us. You will guard us from this generation forever.

Aw Bawipa, nang ing ni loet sak kawm tiksaw, cemyih, thlangkhqi anglakawhkawng ni hlip nik chung kawp ti.

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

Thlangkhqi anglakawh chahnak hly kawi ik-oeih zoeksangnaak a awm awh, thlak chekhqi taw ami ngaih ngaih na chah phyih doena cet uhy.