Psalms 12

1 For the Chief Musician; upon an eight-stringed lyre. A Psalm of David. Help, Yahweh; for the godly man ceases. For the faithful fail from among the children 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 Everyone lies to his neighbor. They speak with flattering lips, and with a double heart.

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

3 May Yahweh cut off all flattering lips, and the tongue that boasts,

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

4 who have said, “With our tongue we will prevail. 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 oppression of the weak and because of the groaning of the needy, I will now arise,” says Yahweh; “I will set him in safety from those who malign him.”

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 Yahweh’s words are flawless words, as silver refined in a clay furnace, purified seven times.

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

7 You will keep them, Yahweh. You will preserve them from this generation forever.

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

8 The wicked walk on every side, when what is vile is exalted among the sons of men.

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