Psalms 54

1 For the choirmaster. With stringed instruments. A Maskil of David. When the Ziphites went to Saul and said, “Is David not hiding among us?” Save me, O God, by Your name, and vindicate me by Your might!

Aw Khawsa, nang ming ing kai ve ni hul lah; nak thaawmnaak ing ak thym na awi kqawn law lah.

2 Hear my prayer, O God; listen to the words of my mouth.

Aw Khawsa, kak cykcahnaak ve za law nawhtaw; kam kha awhkaw awi ve ngai law lah.

3 For strangers rise up against me, and ruthless men seek my life— men with no regard for God.

Thlak changkhqi ing ni tuk unawh; qeennaak amak ta thlangkhqi Khawsa kawna amak sui thlangkhqi ing ka hqingnaak doen law uhy.

4 Surely God is my helper; the Lord is the sustainer of my soul.

Khawsa taw anik hulkung na awm tak tak nawh; Bawipa taw kai anik dylkung na awm hy.

5 He will reward my enemies with evil. In Your faithfulness, destroy them.

Kai anik kqawn seetkhqi ce seetnaak ing zeen khoep seitaw; na ypawmnaak ing cekkhqi ce hqe seh.

6 Freely I will sacrifice to You; I will praise Your name, O LORD, for it is good.

Na venawh kamah ak kaw sim ing bulnaak sai vang nyng; Aw Bawipa, nang ming kyihcah ve a leek dawngawh nim kyihcah vang nyng.

7 For He has delivered me from every trouble, and my eyes have stared down my foes.

Ikawtih, anih ing ka kyinaak boeih ak khui awhkawng nik dawk nawh, ka mik ing ka qaalkhqi ce noengnaak ing toek hy.