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.
A psalm of David. A song for the dedication of the Temple. I will extol you, O Lord, because you have lifted me up, and not suffered my foes to rejoice over me.
2 Ka BOEIPA Pathen, nang taengah ka pang tih, kai nan hoeih sak.
I cried to you for help, O Lord my God, and you 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)
You have brought me up, Lord, from Sheol, from my way to the pit back to life you have called me. (Sheol h7585)
4 Amah kah hlangcim rhoek BOEIPA te tingtoeng uh lamtah a hmuencim kah poekkoepnah te uem uh.
Sing praise to the Lord, faithful people; give thanks to his holy name.
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 lasts only a moment, his favor endures for a lifetime. Weeping may lodge for the night, but the morning brings shouts of joy.
6 Tedae ka ommongnah khuiah kai loh, “Kumhal duela Ka tuen mahpawh,” ka ti.
When all went well, I imagined that never should I be shaken.
7 BOEIPA nang kah kolonah dongah kai ham sarhi tlang te na cak sak. Na maelhmai na thuh vaengah ka let coeng.
For by your favor, O Lord, you had set me on mountains strong: but you hide your face, and I was confounded.
8 BOEIPA nang te kan khue tih ka Boeipa taengah rhennah ka bih.
Then to you, Lord, I cried, to the Lord I begged for mercy,
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, if I go down to the pit? Can you be praised by dust? Can it tell of your faithfulness?
10 BOEIPA aw, ya van lamtah kai n'rhen lah. Kai aka bom la om lah BOEIPA.
Hear, Lord, and show me your favor, Lord be a helper to me.”
11 Ka rhaengsaelung te lamnah la nan hoi dongah ka tlamhni te nam pit tih kohoenah neh kai nan yol.
You have turned my mourning to dancing; my sackcloth you have unloosed, and clothed me with joy:
12 Te dongah thangpomnah loh, nang n'tingtoeng saeh lamtah, toeng boel saeh. BOEIPA ka Pathen nang te, kumhal duela kan uem ni.
that unceasingly I should sing your praise, and give thanks to you, Lord my God, forever.
