Psalms 3
1 A Psalm of David, when he fled from his son Absalom. O LORD, how my foes have increased! How many rise up against me!
Aw Bawipa, ka qaalkhqi doem soeih mah hy! Kai qaal na anik thawh sihkhqi doem soeih hy!
2 Many say of me, “God will not deliver him.”
Khawsa ing am hul tang” tinawh thlang khawzah ing ni tina uhy.
3 But You, O LORD, are a shield around me, my glory, and the One who lifts my head.
Bawipa, nang taw kai anik hlipkung phuhqa na awm hyk ti, kak khanawh boeimangnaak ce ni pe nawh ka luu ni zoek pe hyk ti.
4 To the LORD I cry aloud, and He answers me from His holy mountain.
Bawipa venawh khawteh na khy nyng saw, anih ing a hun ciim awhkawng nim hlat pehy.
5 I lie down and sleep; I wake again, for the LORD sustains me.
Nung zaih nawh ip nyng; Bawipa ing a nimtu khak a dawngawh hang hqyng law tlaih bai nyng.
6 I will not fear the myriads set against me on every side.
Qaal thonghqa ing hu hai na nik en khoep bai seiawm ap kqih qoe kawng nyng.
7 Arise, O LORD! Save me, O my God! Strike all my enemies on the jaw; break the teeth of the wicked.
Aw Bawipa tho lah! ka Khawsa nang ing ni hul lah! Ka qaalkhqi a kapkhe quh ce vyk pek khqi nawhtaw, thlak chekhqi a haa ce khoeng pek khqi lah.
8 Salvation belongs to the LORD; may Your blessing be on Your people.
Hulnaak taw Bawipa ven awhkawng law hy. Nak thlangkhqik khanawh na zosennaak awm seh nyng.
