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:

Kathutkung: Devit BAWIPA na kabawm haw. Bangkongtetpawiteh, cathutlae tami awm hoeh toe. Tami capanaw dawk yuemkamcu e awm hoeh toe.

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

A imrinaw hoi laithoe lawk a kâdei awh teh, lungsamphei laihoi lawk a dei awh.

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

BAWIPA ni pasawtpanepnae pahni hoi, kâoupnae lai hah tâtueng naseh.

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

Ahnimouh ni, ka lai hoi ka tâ han. Ka pahni hai kama e doeh. Apimouh kaimouh lathueng ka bawi han telah ati awh.

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.

BAWIPA ni, repcoungroe e tami ka roedeng e hoi, voutthoup laihoi kacingounaw hanlah, atu ka thaw vaiteh, a ngaihawi awh e roumnae hmuen koe ka o sak han telah ati.

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

BAWIPA e lawknaw teh, ka thoung e lawk doeh. Talai hoi thoung sak nahanelah, hmai dawk vai sari touh sôlêi tangcoung e ngun patetlah ao.

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

Oe BAWIPA, nang ni na khetyawt. Hete senaw thung dawk hoi a yungyoe na roum sak.

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

Tami capanaw ni tamikapo a tawmrasang awh toteh, tamikathoutnaw teh hmuen tangkuem a kâva awh.