Sam 30

1 Kathutkung: Devit Oe BAWIPA na pholen han. Bangkongtetpawiteh, na tawmrasang. Ka tarannaw ni na panuikhai hane na pasoung hoeh.

“A psalm of David. To the air of songs for the dedication of a house.” I will extol thee, O LORD! for thou hast lifted me up, And hast not suffered my enemies to rejoice over me.

2 Oe BAWIPA, ka Cathut, nang koe ka hram teh, na kabawp teh na dam sak.

O Jehovah, my God! I called upon thee, and thou hast healed me!

3 Oe BAWIPA, ka hringnae heh phuen thung hoi na rasa teh, tangkom dawk ka bo hoeh nahanlah na hring sak. (Sheol h7585)

O LORD! thou hast raised me up from the underworld; Thou hast kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit. (Sheol h7585)

4 A tamikathoungnaw, BAWIPA pholen hoi la sak awh. A min kathoung pahnim hoeh nahanlah, konawm lawk dei awh.

Sing unto the LORD, O ye his servants! And praise his holy name!

5 A lungkhueknae teh tawkkadek doeh, a ngaikhainae teh hringyung hane doeh. Kanae teh tangmin vah a roe. Hatei, amom vah konawmnae a pha.

For his anger endureth but a moment, But his favor through life; In the evening sorrow may be a guest, But joy cometh in the morning.

6 Ka tawnta nateh, ka vout mahoeh toe ka ti.

I said in my prosperity, “I shall never be moved!”

7 BAWIPA na ngaikhainae lahoi, ka mon teh kacaklah na kangdue sak. Na minhmai na hro toteh, ka lungrei a thai.

Thou, O LORD! by thy favor, hast made my mountain to stand strong; Thou didst hide thy face, and I was troubled!

8 Oe BAWIPA nang koe ka hram teh, BAWIPA koe ka kâhei.

I cried unto thee, O LORD! To the LORD I made supplication:

9 Tangkom dawk ka bo toteh, ka thi ni bang hawinae maw a tawn. Vaiphu ni na pholen vaiteh na lawkkatang hah a pâpho han na maw.

“What will my blood profit thee, that I should go down to the pit? Can dust praise thee? Can it declare thy faithfulness?

10 Oe BAWIPA, ka lawk na thai pouh haw. Na pahren haw. BAWIPA kabawmkung lah pou awm haw.

Hear, O LORD! and have pity upon me! Be thou, LORD! my helper!”

11 Ka cingounae hah lamnae lah na coung sak.

Thou didst turn my mourning into dancing; Thou didst loose my sackcloth, and gird me with gladness.

12 Apout totouh ka bawilennae ni kâhat laipalah na pholen teh, la a sak thai nahanlah, Oe BAWIPA ka Cathut, a yungyoe hoi konawmnae lawk ka dei han.

Therefore I will sing praise to thee, and not be silent. O Jehovah, my God! I will give thanks to thee for ever!