Psalms 42
1 As the hart pants after the water brooks, so my soul pants after thee, O God.
Katoeng kruek zaehoikung hanah, Korah caanawk ih Maskil. Tasuk mah tui anghaeh baktih toengah, Aw Sithaw, ka pakhra mah nang to tui ah anghaeh.
2 My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When shall I come and appear before God?
Ka hinghaih mah Sithaw, kahing Sithaw to tui baktiah anghaeh: natuek naah maw kang zoh moe, Sithaw hmaa ah kam tueng han?
3 My tears have been my food day and night, while they continually say to me, Where is thy God?
Minawk mah, Na Sithaw loe naah maw oh? tiah ang naa o tuektuek pongah, khoving khodai mikkhraetui hae buh baktiah ka caak.
4 These things I remember, and pour out my soul within me, how I went with the throng, and led them to the house of God, with the voice of joy and praise, a multitude keeping holyday.
Hae hmuennawk ka poek naah, ka hinghaih patangkhang: kai loe pop parai kaminawk hoi nawnto anghoehaih hoi saphawhaih laa sak hanah, Sithaw ih im ah ka caeh; pop parai poihkung caeh kaminawk hoi nawnto ka caeh o.
5 Why are thou cast down, O my soul? And why are thou disquieted within me? Hope thou in God, for I shall yet praise him for the help of his countenance.
Aw ka hinghaih, tipongah na ngam sut loe? Tipongah ka thungah dawnraihaih hoiah na oh loe? Angraeng to oep ah: kai pahlongkung, ka bok ih Sithaw tahmenhaih to ka saphaw han vop.
6 O my God, my soul is cast down within me. Therefore I remember thee from the land of the Jordan, and the Hermons, from the hill Mizar.
Ka hinghaih loe ka palung thungah angam sut boeh pongah, Jordan prae, Hermon mae, Mizar mae hoiah nang to kang panoek poe han.
7 Deep calls to deep at the noise of thy waterfalls. All thy waves and thy billows have gone over me.
Nang ih tacangtui hoi kangphui tuikennawk loe maeto hoi maeto ang kawk o moe, kai ang uem o zup boeh.
8 Yet Jehovah will command his loving kindness in the daytime, and in the night his song shall be with me, even a prayer to the God of my life.
Toe khodai naah Angraeng mah a tahmenhaih lok to paek moe, khoving ah angmah ih laa to kai han ang paek pongah, ka hinghaih Sithaw khaeah lawkthuihaih hoiah ka oh.
9 I will say to God my rock, Why have thou forgotten me? Why do I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?
Ka Sithaw lungsong khaeah, Tipongah nang pahnet ving loe? Tipongah ka misa mah ang pacaekthlaek moe, palungsethaih hoiah ka oh loe? tiah ka naa.
10 As with a sword in my bones, my adversaries reproach me; while they continually say to me, Where is thy God?
Ka misanawk mah, Na Sithaw loe naah naw oh? tiah vaihi hoi vaihi ang dueng o pongah, ka huhnawk angkhaeh moe, kai kasae ang thuih o boeh.
11 Why are thou cast down, O my soul? And why are thou disquieted within me? Hope thou in God, for I shall yet praise him, the help of my countenance, and my God.
Aw ka hinghaih, tipongah na ngam sut loe? Tipongah ka palung thungah dawnraihaih hoiah na oh loe? Sithaw to oep ah: kai pahlongkung, ka bok ih Sithaw hoihhaih to ka saphaw han vop.
