Psalms 12

1 For the end, A Psalm of David, upon the eighth. Save me, O Lord; for the godly man has failed; for truth is diminished from among the children of men.

Bawipa ni bawm lah, Khawsa ak kqih thlang am awm voel hy. Thlanghqingkhqi anglakawh thlang ypawm qeeng kang hawh hy.

2 Every one has spoken vanity to his neighbor: their lips are deceitful, they have spoken with a double heart.

Thlang boeih ing a imceng venawh qaih awi kqawn unawh; awih haal kqawnnaak hui ing ami qaai kqawn boeih hawh uhy.

3 Let the Lord destroy all the deceitful lips, and the tongue that speaks great words:

Bawipa ing awih haal kqawn nawh huikhqi ce qeet pek khqi seitaw, oek qunaak lai awm qeet pe seh.

4 who have said, We will magnify our tongue; our lips are our own: who is Lord of us?

Lai ing ni noeng khqi ngai bit kaw; hui ni ta u saw kaw ningnih a boei na u nu ak awm bai?” ak tikhqi ce.

5 Because of the misery of the poor, and because of the sighing of the needy, now will I arise, says the Lord, I will set [them] in safety; I will speak [to them] thereof openly.

Tha amak awm khawdeng thlangkhqi ingkaw, kaw amak ta thlanghqing konaak awi awh, tuh taw tho hawh kawng nyng. Cekkhqi ak kqawn seetkungkhqi ven awhkawng chung a hlip khqi kawng,” tinawh Bawipa ing tihy.

6 The oracles of the Lord are pure oracles; as silver tried in the fire, proved [in] a furnace of earth, purified seven times.

BawipaK awikhqi taw coet am kap qoe nawh, deknawng maih hlawk awh voei khqih dy ngun a tui tle ing myih hy.

7 You, O Lord, shall keep us, and shall preserve us, from this generation, and for ever.

Aw Bawipa, nang ing ni loet sak kawm tiksaw, cemyih, thlangkhqi anglakawhkawng ni hlip nik chung kawp ti.

8 The ungodly walk around: according to your greatness you has greatly exalted the sons of men.

Thlangkhqi anglakawh chahnak hly kawi ik-oeih zoeksangnaak a awm awh, thlak chekhqi taw ami ngaih ngaih na chah phyih doena cet uhy.