Psalms 30

1 A Psalm. A song for the dedication of the temple. Of David. I will exalt You, O LORD, for You have lifted me up and have not allowed my foes to rejoice over me.

David ih im tathlanghaih Saam laa. Aw Angraeng, nang kang pakoeh han; kai hae nang pahlong, ka misanawk mah ka nuiah anghoe o thai han ai ah na sak.

2 O LORD my God, I cried to You for help, and You healed me.

Aw Angraeng ka Sithaw, nang kang kawk naah, kai ngan nang tuisak.

3 O LORD, You pulled me up from Sheol; You spared me from descending into the Pit. (Sheol h7585)

Aw Angraeng, ka pakhra taprong thung hoiah nang zuh tahang moe, tangqom thungah ka caeh han ai ah, nang hingsak. (Sheol h7585)

4 Sing to the LORD, O you His saints, and praise His holy name.

Nangcae Angraeng ih kaciim caanawk, Angraeng khaeah laa sah oh, ahmin kaciim to saphaw oh.

5 For His anger is fleeting, but His favor lasts a lifetime. Weeping may stay the night, but joy comes in the morning.

Anih palungphuihaih loe nawnetta ah ni oh; anih tahmenhaih loe hing thung cak poe tih: qahhaih loe qumto thung khue ni oh, toe akhawnbang ah loe anghoehaih to oh let.

6 In prosperity I said, “I will never be shaken.”

Khosak hoih li nathuem ah loe, natuek naah doeh mawnhaih ka tawn mak ai boeh, tiah ka thuih.

7 O LORD, You favored me; You made my mountain stand strong. When You hid Your face, I was dismayed.

Aw Angraeng, nang tahmenhaih rang hoiah ni kai ih mae hae nang caksak: mikhmai na hawk ving naah, dawnraihaih hoiah ka oh.

8 To You, O LORD, I called, and I begged my Lord for mercy:

Aw Angraeng, nang ni kang kawk; Angraeng khaeah lawk ka thuih.

9 “What gain is there in my bloodshed, in my descent to the Pit? Will the dust praise You? Will it proclaim Your faithfulness?

Ka hinghaih amro moe, tangqom thungah ka caeh nahaeloe timaw atho om tih? Maiphu mah nang to pakoeh tih maw? Anih mah nang ih loktang lok to taphong tih maw?

10 Hear me, O LORD, and have mercy; O LORD, be my helper.”

Aw Angraeng, tahngai ah loe, ka nuiah palungnathaih to tawn raeh: Aw Angraeng, kai abomkung ah om ah.

11 You turned my mourning into dancing; You peeled off my sackcloth and clothed me with joy,

Ka qahhaih to hnawhhaih ah nang coengsak: buri canghnawh to nang khringh pae moe, anghoehaih kazii hoiah nang zaeng;

12 that my heart may sing Your praises and not be silent. O LORD my God, I will give thanks forever.

to pongah anghngai duem ai, ka hinghaih mah nang pakoehhaih laa to sah tih. Aw Angraeng ka Sithaw, dungzan khoek to kawnhaih lok kang thuih han.