Psalms 11

1 For the Chief Musician. [A Psalm] of David. In the LORD put I my trust: how say ye to my soul, Flee as a bird to your mountain?

[Aka mawt ham David kah] BOEIPA dongah ka ying coeng. Metlamlae ka hinglu te vaa bangla na tlang dongah rhaehba khaw rhaehba mai na ti?

2 For, lo, the wicked bend the bow, they make ready their arrow upon the string, that they may shoot in darkness at the upright in heart.

Halang rhoek loh lungbuei aka thuem rhoek te a hmuep lamloh kah ham, lirhui dongah thaltang a mop uh tih lii a phuk uh thil ke.

3 If the foundations be destroyed, what can the righteous do?

A yung a paa te a koengloeng uh vaengah aka dueng loh balae a saii thai?

4 The LORD is in his holy temple, the LORD, his throne is in heaven; his eyes behold, his eyelids try, the children of men.

BOEIPA tah amah kah bawkim cim ah om. BOEIPA kah a ngolkhoel tah vaan ah om. Hlang capa rhoek te a mik neh a dawn tih a mikkhu neh a noem.

5 The LORD trieth the righteous: but the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth.

BOEIPA loh aka dueng neh aka halang te a noem vaengah kuthlahnah aka lungnah te BOEIPA kah a hinglu loh a hmuhuet.

6 Upon the wicked he shall rain snares; fire and brimstone and burning wind shall be the portion of their cup.

Halang tah hmai pael neh kat a tlan thil vetih yilh ling boengloeng te a buham nah ni.

7 For the LORD is righteous; he loveth righteousness: the upright shall behold his face.

Duengnah BOEIPA tah a dueng dongah a thuem aka lungnah rhoek long ni a maelhmai a hmuh uh eh.