Tingtoeng 123

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

A Song of degrees. To thee I lift up my 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 to the hand of their masters, and as the eyes of a maiden to the hand of her mistress; so our eyes wait upon the LORD our God, until he shall have mercy upon us.

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

Have mercy upon us, O LORD, have mercy upon 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, and with the contempt of the proud.