Psalms 142

1 A contemplation by David, when he was in the cave. A Prayer. I cry with my voice to the LORD. With my voice, I ask the LORD for mercy.

Bawipa venawh khawteh na khy nyng; qeennaak thoeh doena Bawipa venawh awi y nyng.

2 I pour out my complaint before him. I tell him my troubles.

A haiawh ka ngaihnaak awi kqawn pe nyng saw; ka kyinaak ce a haiawh kqawn pe nyng.

3 When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, you knew my route. On the path in which I walk, they have hidden a snare for me.

Kak khuina kang myihla ve a zai awh, nang ing ni ka lam ve na sim law. Ka cehnaak lam awh thlangkhqi ing ang hyp na dawng dun law uhy.

4 Look on my right, and see; for there is no one who is concerned for me. Refuge has fled from me. No one cares for my soul.

Kak tang ben ve toek mai lah; kai anik ngainaak u pynoet awm am awm hy. Thuknaak am ta nyng saw; kai ka hqingnaak ve u ingawm ikaw na am huhy.

5 I cried to you, LORD. I said, “You are my refuge, my portion in the land of the living.”

Aw Bawipa, nang a venawh khy nyng, “Nang taw kang thuknaak na awm hyk ti, ak hqingkhqi qam awh ka taham na awm hyk ti,” ti nyng.

6 Listen to my cry, for I am in desperate need. Deliver me from my persecutors, for they are too strong for me.

Kak khynaak awi ve ngai lah, ni ngoe soeih nyng; kai anik hquutkhqi kut khuiawh kawng ni hul lah, kai aham taw amik tha awm soeih hy.

7 Bring my soul out of prison, that I may give thanks to your name. The righteous will surround me, for you will be good to me.

Nang ming kam kyihcah thainaak aham, thawngim khui awhkawng ni loet sak lah. Cawhtaw kak khan awh na leeknaak awh ve thlak dyngkhqi ing nik chung khqi khoep kaw.