Psalms 11

1 For the Chief Musician. By David. In Yahweh, I take refuge. How can you say to my soul, “Flee as a bird to your mountain”?

Keiman eiveng tup din Pakai katahsan e. Hijeh achu, nangin ipi dia, “vacha bang’in nahoibitna dingin hiche molchunga khun galeng tan’’natiham!

2 For, behold, the wicked bend their bows. They set their arrows on the strings, that they may shoot in darkness at the upright in heart.

Migilouhon athalchangu akhaoto suhtoh san akoi un aloisal tauvin ahi. Amahon munthip a kon-in milungdih ho ahinkap’un ahi.

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

Dan leh thupeh ho akisuhset teng, michonphapa chun ipi abolthei nahlai dingham?

4 Yahweh is in his holy temple. Yahweh is on his throne in heaven. His eyes observe. His eyes examine the children of men.

Ahinlah Pakaichu a-houin munthenga chun aum e; Pakai chun vanna kon’in vai ahinhom nalaije. Aman mijouse ahin vechilsoh keijin, leiset chunga mitin ahinkholtoh e.

5 Yahweh examines the righteous, but his soul hates the wicked and him who loves violence.

Pakaiyin michonpha le migilou anigelin ahin ahinkhol toh e. Aman thunoh baotam bol ho athen ahi.

6 On the wicked he will rain blazing coals; fire, sulfur, and scorching wind shall be the portion of their cup.

Aman migiloute chunga mei-am lenglung leh katsong meikong gojuh’a ajuhsah ding hui savetvut pumma gotna apeh ding ahi.

7 For Yahweh is righteous. He loves righteousness. The upright shall see his face.

Pakai dihnahin thu adih’a kitan achepin, hijeh’a chu thudih chepi hochun Pakai mai amudiu ahi.