Psalms 11

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

Bawipa awh thuk loet nyng. Kaw amyihna nang ing na ti; Pha amyihna na tlang awh ding hlah.

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

Toek mai lah, thlak che ing licung hawi nawh; than a hypnaak awhkawng thlakdyng ce a lingbyi awh kah aham a licung qui awh laa met hyt hy.

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

A lungsym ce ni hqe peek hoek awhtaw, thlakdyng ing ikaw asai thai hly tang,” na ti?

4 The LORD [is] in his holy temple, the LORD'S throne [is] in heaven: his eyes behold, his eyelids try the children of men.

Bawipa taw bawkim ciim khuina awm nawh; Bawipa taw ak khan ngawihdoelh awh awm hy. Thlanghqing capakhqi ce khoem nawh; amik ing cekkhqi ce nym anai poepa hy.

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

Bawipa ing thlakdyng nym anai nawh; thlak chekhqi ingkaw kawpoek sekhqi taw ang myihla ing sawh na hy.

6 Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, and a horrible tempest: [this shall be] the portion of their cup.

Thlak chekhqi ak khanawh mai-eh ingkaw katmai tlan sak kaw; ak hlawk soeih khawhli ce a mingmih a pang kawi na awm kaw.

7 For the righteous LORD loveth righteousness; his countenance beholdeth the upright.

Bawipa taw a dyng a dawngawh, ak thym ik-oeih ce lungna hy; kawlung ak dyngkhqi ingtaw a haai ce hu kawm uh.