Psalms 11

1 For the chief musician. A psalm of David. I take refuge in Yahweh; how will you say to me, “Flee like a bird to the 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 see! The wicked prepare their bows. They make ready their arrows on the strings to shoot in the 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 For if the foundations are ruined, what can the righteous do?

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

4 Yahweh is in his holy temple; his eyes watch, his eyes examine the children of mankind.

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 Yahweh examines both the righteous and the wicked, but he hates those who love to do violence.

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

6 He rains burning coals and brimstone upon the wicked; a scorching wind will be their portion from his cup!

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

7 For Yahweh is righteous, and he loves righteousness; the upright will see his face.

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