Tingtoeng 123

1 Tangtlaeng Laa Vaan ah aka ngol nang taengla ka mik te ka huel.

A Song of degrees. Unto thee do I lift up mine eyes, O thou that dwellest in the heavens.

2 A boei rhoek kut taengkah salpa rhoek kah mik bangla, a boeinu kut taengkah salnu mik bangla mamih n'rhen duela mamih mik he mamih kah Pathen BOEIPA taengah om van ne.

Behold, as the eyes of servants [look] unto the hand of their masters, as the eyes of a maiden unto the hand of her mistress, so our eyes [are directed] to Jehovah our God, until he be gracious unto us.

3 Nueihbu he muep ka cung coeng dongah rhen kaimih he n'rhen lah. BOEIPA aw kaimih he n'rhen lah.

Be gracious unto us, O Jehovah, be gracious unto us; for we are exceedingly filled with contempt.

4 Mongkawt kah tamdaengnah, hlangoek kah nueihbu loh kaimih hinglu te muep a cung sak coeng.

Our soul is exceedingly filled with the scorning of those that are at ease, with the contempt of the proud.