Saam 3
1 A capa Absalom khae hoi cawnh naah tarik ih David ih Saam laa. Aw Angraeng, kai raihaih paek misanawk loe paroeai pop o! Nihcae loe pop o parai pongah, kai hae misa ah ang suek o.
A psalm of David, when he fled from his son Absalom. How many, Lord, are my foes! Those who rise up against me are many.
2 Kaminawk mah, Sithaw mah anih to angsak haih mak ai, tiah ang naa o. (Selah)
Many are those who say of me, ‘There is no help for him in his God.’ (Selah)
3 Toe aw Angraeng, nang loe ka buephaih, ka lensawkhaih ah na oh moe, kai ih lu atoengh tahang kami ah na oh.
But you, Lord, are shield about me, my glory, who lifts up my head.
4 Angraeng khaeah tha hoi ka hang naah, anih mah angmah ih kaciim mae nui hoiah ka lok ang pathim. (Selah)
When loudly I call to the Lord, from his holy hill he gives answer. (Selah)
5 Kang song moe, ka iih; Angraeng mah ang patawnh pongah, kang thawk let.
I laid down and slept: now I wake, for the Lord sustains me.
6 Kai takui khoep, ka misa sang hatonawk to ka zii mak ai.
I fear not the myriads of people who beset me on every side.
7 Aw Angraeng, angthawk ah; Aw ka Sithaw, na pahlong ah: ka misanawk ih akam huh to nang boh pae moe, Sithaw panoek ai kaminawk ih haa to nam rosak.
Arise, Lord: save me, my God, who strikes all my foes on the cheek, and shatters the teeth of the wicked.
8 Pahlonghaih loe Sithaw ih ni; na tahamhoihaih loe nangmah ih kaminawk nuiah om nasoe. (Selah)
Victory belongs to the Lord: let your blessing descend on your people. (Selah)
