Saam 108

1 David ih Saam laa. Aw Sithaw, ka palungthin loe cak; ka hinghaih boih hoiah nang pakoehhaih laa to ka sak han.

A song. A psalm of David. My heart is steadfast, O God, my heart is steadfast. I would sing, I would make music; awake, my soul.

2 Katoeng hoi tamoinawk, angthawk oh! Kai loe khawnthaw ah kang thawk han.

Awake, harp and lyre; I would wake the dawn.

3 Aw Angraeng, kaminawk salakah, nang kang pakoeh han; acaeng kaminawk salakah nang pakoehhaih laa to ka sak han.

I would praise you among the peoples, O Lord; make music among the nations to you.

4 Na palungnathaih loe len moe, van pongah doeh sang kue; na loktang lok loe van khoek to phak.

For great to heaven is your love, and your faithfulness to the clouds.

5 Aw Sithaw, nang loe vannawk pongah sang nasoe; na lensawkhaih long nui boih ah om nasoe.

Be exalted, O God, o’er the heavens, and your glory o’er all the earth.

6 Na palung ih kaminawk pahlong thai hanah, na bantang ban hoiah pahlong ah loe, ka lok hae na tahngai pae ah.

So those you love may be rescued, save by your right hand and answer us.

7 Sithaw loe angmah ih hmuenciim hoiah lokthuih boeh; kai loe kang hoe han; Shekem to pakhoih moe, Sukkoth azawn to ka tah han.

God did solemnly swear: ‘As victor will I divide Shechem, portion out the valley of Succoth.

8 Gilead loe kai ih ni; Manasseh doeh kai ih ni; Ephraim loe ka lu thacakhaih lumuek ah oh; Judah loe kai ih kaalok patukkung ah oh.

Mine is Gilead, mine is Manasseh, Ephraim is my helmet, Judah my sceptre of rule,

9 Moab loe khok kam saehhaih sabae kathuk ah oh; Edom nuiah kaimah ih khokpanai to ka vah han; Philistia nuiah pazawkhaih hoiah ka hangh han.

Moab the pot that I wash in, on Edom I hurl my sandal, I shout o’er Philistia in triumph.’

10 Sipae kacak vangpui thungah mi mah maw na zae tih? Mi mah maw Edom prae ah na caeh haih tih?

O to be brought to the fortified city! O to be led into Edom!

11 Aw Sithaw, nangmah na ai maw kaicae hae pahnawt sut? Kaicae ih misatuh kaminawk hoi nawnto caeh ai ah kaom kami doeh, nang na ai maw?

Have you not spurned us, O God? You do not march forth with our armies.

12 Raihaih thung hoiah ka loih o thai hanah, na bom ah; kami mah abomhaih loe azom pui ni.

Grant us help from the foe, for human help is worthless.

13 Kaicae loe Sithaw rang hoiah misa ka hoih o tih; kaicae ih misanawk to anih na tii pae tih.

With God we shall yet do bravely, he himself will tread down our foes.