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.
Kathutkung: Korah capanaw Sakhi ni tuisi a doun e patetlah Oe Cathut, ka hringnae ni nang na doun.
2 My soul thirsts for God, the living God. When shall I come and appear in God’s presence?
Ka hringnae ni Cathut, ka hring Cathut hah a kahran. Nâtuek ne Cathut koe ka pha vaiteh, ka minhmai ka patue van han vai.
3 My tears have been my food both day and night, while men ask me all day long, “Where is your God?”
Ayânaw ni na Cathut teh nâmouh ao vâ pou ati awh dawkvah, karum khodai ka mitphi teh khap laipalah ka rawca lah ao.
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.
Tamimaya hoi Cathut im rei cei awh navah, konawm laihoi, pholen la rei sak awh navah, tamimaya hoi pawi koe rei cei awh e naw hah, bout ka pouk toteh, ka hringnae heh ka thung vah ka rabawk.
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.
Oe, ka hringnae bang dawk ne sut na ngam. Bangkongmaw ka thungvah runae na kâhmo. Cathut hah ngaihawi haw. Bangkongtetpawiteh, ama teh ka pholen han rah, na ka rungngangkung hoi ka Cathut.
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.
Ka hringnae teh ka lungthung a lungmathoe dawkvah, Jordan ram, Hermon ram hoi Mizar, mon koehoi nang teh pou na pouk.
7 Deep calls to deep in the roar of Your waterfalls; all Your breakers and waves have rolled over me.
Na tuitâto pawlawk dawk, tui kadung hoi tui kadung a kâpan teh, na tuicapa ka thaw e ni koung na ramuk toe.
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.
BAWIPA ni khodai lah a pahrennae hah na poe teh, karum lah pholennae la sak laihoi, ka hringnae Cathut koe ratoum laihoi ka o.
9 I say to God my Rock, “Why have You forgotten me? Why must I walk in sorrow because of the enemy’s oppression?”
Ka lungsong, Cathut koevah, bangkongmaw na pahnim. Bangkongmaw ka tarannaw ni na pahuipalam awh kecu dawk ka lung a mathoe han rah, telah ka dei han.
10 Like the crushing of my bones, my enemies taunt me, while they say to me all day long, “Where is your God?”
Ka tarannaw ni nâmouh na Cathut teh ao telah na panuikhai kecu dawk, ka hru koung a khoe awh mue toe telah ka pouk.
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.
Ka hringnae bangkongmaw na lung a mathoe. Bangkongmaw ka thungvah, runae na kâhmo. Cathut hah kâuep haw. Bangkongtetpawiteh, ama teh ka pholen han rah. Na kabawmkung hoi na ka damsakkung doeh.
