Psalms 42
1 For the choirmaster. A Maskil of the sons of Korah. As the deer pants for streams of water, so my soul longs after You, O God.
Saksuk ing sihtui ang ngai amyihna, Aw Khawsa, kang myihla ing nang ning ngai soeih hy.
2 My soul thirsts for God, the living God. When shall I come and appear in God’s presence?
Ka hqingnaak ing Khawsa, ak hqing Khawsa ce tui na ngaih hy. Ityk awh nu ka ceh nawh Khawsa ing ka ning hqum lah voei?
3 My tears have been my food both day and night, while men ask me all day long, “Where is your God?”
Khawmthan khawdai mikphli tui ve buh na ai nyng saw, thlangkhqi ing khawnghi zung awh, “Na Khawsa hana a awm? ni tina uhy.
4 These things come to mind as I pour out my soul: how I walked with the multitude, leading the procession to the house of God with shouts of joy and praise.
Khawty khaw ning awh thlangkqeng ing Khawsa im na ceh buk buk doena khy ang kqang ing awmhly zeelnaak awi ak kqawn khqi ce kak poek awh, ka hqingnaak ve khuikha hy.
5 Why are you downcast, O my soul? Why the unease within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise Him for the salvation of His presence.
Aw ka hqingnaak kawtih nang ngam khak vik hy voei? Ikawtih kak kaw khuiawh ngaihang tum na a awm? Bawipa awh ngaih-unaak ce ta lah, ka hulkung ingkaw ka Khawsa ce kyihcah hyn ngai kawng.
6 O my God, my soul despairs within me. Therefore I remember You from the land of Jordan and the peaks of Hermon— even from Mount Mizar.
Kak kawk khuiawh ka hqingnaak ve ang ngam khak hawh dawngawh; Jordan qam, Herman tlang sang. Mizar mawl awhkawng namah ce ni sim loet kawng.
7 Deep calls to deep in the roar of Your waterfalls; all Your breakers and waves have rolled over me.
Chawihawng tuih awi awh tuihdung ingkaw tuihdung ce khy qu nih nawh na tuiphu ingkaw tui sambakkhqi ing ni liu mylh hy.
8 The LORD decrees His loving devotion by day, and at night His song is with me as a prayer to the God of my life.
Khawkdai awh Bawipa ing a lungnaak ce hlat law nawh, khawmthan awh a laa ce ka venawh awm sak hy. Ka hqingnaak Khawsa venawh kak cykcahnaak ce awm hy.
9 I say to God my Rock, “Why have You forgotten me? Why must I walk in sorrow because of the enemy’s oppression?”
Lungnu ka Khawsa venawh, “Ikawtih na nim hilh hyt vik? Ikawtih ka qaal ing ani penelt qap awh kawboet ing ko doena kang pla khing kaw?” tina nyng.
10 Like the crushing of my bones, my enemies taunt me, while they say to me all day long, “Where is your God?”
Ka qaalkhqi zakdam kawi awi awh ka quhkhqi awm thih pit dyna khuikha hy; myngawi, “Hana na Khawsa a awm?” ni tina uhy.
11 Why are you downcast, O my soul? Why the unease within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise Him, my Savior and my God.
Aw ka hqingnaak, kawtih nang ngam khak vik? Khawtih kak kawk khuiawh ngaihang tum na na awm? Bawipa awh ngaih-unaak ce ta lah, anih taw kam kyihcah hly dawngawh, ka hulkung ingkaw ka Khawsa ce.
