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:

Huhhing in, O Yahweh Pakai, michonpha mangthah ding ahitai! Leiset mihem te lah a mikitah jong abeitai!

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

Heng le kom jengjong jouthu jengin akilhemtouvin, muhnal a lungthima kilhep lhahding jeng thu asei ui.

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

Yahweh Pakai in dangnal tah a thukisei ho hi asuh bei ding, kiletsahna thuchengho jonghi asuthip ding ahitai.

4 Who said, 'By our tongue we do mightily: Our lips [are] our own; who [is] lord over us?'

Amahon aseijun, eihon lungna chim set'in jouthu seiju hite, ajeh chu i-lei ikam'u eihoa hilouham, kon eisuh tang jou diuham? atiuve.

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.

Yahweh Pakai in adonbut in, “Keiman hatlou lhasamte chunga bolgenthei naho kamudohtai chule migenthei ho ka lemao jong kajatai. Tun keima kipan inting huhdoh dia eingaichat bangu va kahuh doh diu ahitai.”

6 Sayings of Jehovah [are] pure sayings; Silver tried in a furnace of earth refined sevenfold.

Yahweh Pakai kitepna hi thengsel'a ahin, dangka mei chunga sagivei kilhit theng tobang ahi.

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

Hijeh chun, Yahweh Pakai nangin bol-hesoh'a umho nahuhdoh ding ahi, ti kaheuve, chule hiche kitahlou khang mitea kon'a tonsot geija dinga nahoidoh ding ahi,

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

migilou te muntina vahle henlang migilou pen ho jong gamsung a kidomsang u jong le.