Tingtoeng 30

1 Im nawnnah laa ham David kah Tingtoenglung Kai nan dom dongah BOEIPA nang kan pomsang tih ka thunkha te kai soah ko nan khah sak pawh.

I will extol thee, O Jehovah, for thou have raised me up, and have not made my foes to rejoice over me.

2 Ka BOEIPA Pathen, nang taengah ka pang tih, kai nan hoeih sak.

O Jehovah my God, I cried to thee, and thou have healed me.

3 BOEIPA namah long ni ka hinglu he, saelkhui lamkah nan doek. Tangrhom la ka suntlak tangtae lamkah mai, kai koep nan hlun. (Sheol h7585)

O Jehovah, thou have brought up my soul from Sheol. Thou have kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit. (Sheol h7585)

4 Amah kah hlangcim rhoek BOEIPA te tingtoeng uh lamtah a hmuencim kah poekkoepnah te uem uh.

Sing praise to Jehovah, O ye sanctified of his, and give thanks to his holiness.

5 A thintoek vaengah khaw mikhaptok hil mai ni. A kolonah te hing khui ham ni. Khoyin ah rhahnah neh rhaehba cakhaw mincang ah tamlung la coeng.

For his anger is but for a moment. His favor is for a lifetime. Weeping may tarry for the night, but joy is in the morning.

6 Tedae ka ommongnah khuiah kai loh, “Kumhal duela Ka tuen mahpawh,” ka ti.

As for me, I said in my prosperity, I shall never be moved.

7 BOEIPA nang kah kolonah dongah kai ham sarhi tlang te na cak sak. Na maelhmai na thuh vaengah ka let coeng.

Thou, Jehovah, of thy favor had made my mountain to stand strong. Thou hid thy face; I was troubled.

8 BOEIPA nang te kan khue tih ka Boeipa taengah rhennah ka bih.

I cried to thee, O Jehovah, and to Jehovah I made supplication.

9 Ka thii neh hlan la ka suntla koinih balae a mueluemnah aih? Laipi loh nang n'uem aya? Na uepomnah a doek aya?

What profit is there in my blood when I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise thee? Shall it declare thy truth?

10 BOEIPA aw, ya van lamtah kai n'rhen lah. Kai aka bom la om lah BOEIPA.

Hear, O Jehovah, and have mercy upon me. Jehovah, be thou my helper.

11 Ka rhaengsaelung te lamnah la nan hoi dongah ka tlamhni te nam pit tih kohoenah neh kai nan yol.

Thou have turned for me my mourning into dancing. Thou have loosed my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness,

12 Te dongah thangpomnah loh, nang n'tingtoeng saeh lamtah, toeng boel saeh. BOEIPA ka Pathen nang te, kumhal duela kan uem ni.

to the end that my glory may sing praise to thee, and not be silent. O Jehovah my God, I will give thanks to thee forever.