Tingtoeng 21
1 Aka mawt ham David kah tingtoenglung BOEIPA nang kah sarhi dongah manghai a kohoe tih, namah kah khangnah dongah bahoeng omngaih.
To the Chief Musician. A Melody of David. O Yahweh, in thy strength, will the king rejoice, and, in thy salvation, how greatly will he exult!
2 Anih ham a lungbuei kah a ngaihlihnah khaw na doo tih, a hmuilai kah a kueknah te na hloh pah pawh. (Selah)
The longing of his heart, hast thou given him, and, the request of his lips, hast thou not withheld. (Selah)
3 Anih te yoethennah then neh na doe tih a lu ah suicilh rhuisam na khueh pah.
For thou wilt come to meet him, with the blessings of goodness, Thou wilt set on his head, a crown of pure gold.
4 Namah taengkah hingnah ham bih vaengah anih ham kumhal ah khohnin na puh sak tih na paek yoeyah.
Life, he asked of thee, Thou hast given it him, length of days, to times age-abiding and beyond.
5 Nang kah khangnah lamloh a thangpomnah tanglue tih, mueithennah neh rhuepomnah te anih dongah na hal coeng.
Great is his glory, in thy salvation, Honour and majesty, wilt thou lay upon him;
6 Anih te yoethennah na paek yoeyah dongah namah hmai kah kohoenah neh a ko na hoe sak.
For thou wilt appoint him blessings evermore, wilt cheer him with joy by thy countenance;
7 Te dongah manghai loh BOEIPA dongah pangtung tih, Khohni kah sitlohnah rhang neh tuen voel mahpawh.
For, the king, is trusting in Yahweh, and, in the lovingkindness of the Highest, shall he not be shaken.
8 Na thunkha boeih te na kut loh a hmuh vetih, na lunguet rhoek khaw na bantang kut loh a tuuk bitni.
Thy hand, will find out, all thy foes, Thine own right hand, will find out them who hate thee.
9 Namah na phoe tue vaengah amih te hmaipom hmai bangla na khueh bitni. BOEIPA kah a thintoek loh amih te a dolh vetih hmai loh a hlawp ni.
Thou wilt make them like a furnace of fire, at the time of thy presence, —Yahweh, in his anger, will swallow them up, and there shall consume them a fire:
10 Amih kah a thaihtae te diklai lamkah, amih kah tiingan khaw hlang capa rhoek khui lamkah na milh sak ni.
Their fruit—out of the earth, wilt thou destroy, and their seed, from among the sons of men;
11 Nang taengah tangkhuepnah a thae la moeh uh tih n'taeng uh dae a phu uh hae moenih.
For they have held out, against thee, a wicked thing, They have devised a scheme they cannot accomplish.
12 Tedae na liva neh amih maelhmai te na nuen vaengah amih te a hnuk la na rhoe bitni.
For thou wilt cause them to turn their back, Upon thy bow-strings, wilt thou make ready against their face.
13 BOEIPA te pomsang pai saeh. Na sarhi te ka hlai uh vetih na thayung thamal te ka tingtoeng uh ni.
Be exalted, O Yahweh, in thy strength! With song and with string will we sound forth thy power.
