Psalms 12

1 To the Overseer, on the octave. — A Psalm of David. Save, Jehovah, for the saintly hath failed, For the stedfast have ceased From the sons of men:

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 Vanity they speak each with his neighbour, Lip of flattery! With heart and heart they speak.

A hui taengah a poeyoek la rhip cal uh tih, a hmui khaw hnal. A lungbuei neh a lungbuei ah voek uh thae.

3 Jehovah doth cut off all lips of flattery, A tongue speaking great things,

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

4 Who said, 'By our tongue we do mightily: 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 spoiling of the poor, Because of the groaning of the needy, Now do I arise, saith Jehovah, I set in safety [him who] doth breathe 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 Sayings of Jehovah [are] pure sayings; Silver tried in a furnace of earth refined sevenfold.

BOEIPA kah olthui tah aka caih olthui ni. Diklai hmaihueng khuiah voei rhih a ciil tangtae cak te a picai ni.

7 Thou, O Jehovah, dost preserve them, Thou keepest us from this generation to the age.

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

8 Around the wicked walk continually, According as vileness is exalted by sons of men!

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