Psalms 75
1 For the choirmaster: To the tune of “Do Not Destroy.” A Psalm of Asaph. A song. We give thanks to You, O God; we give thanks, for Your Name is near. The people declare Your wondrous works.
Aw Khawsa, na venawh zeelnaak awi kqawn unyng, nang ming a zoe dawngawh, zeelnaak awi kqawn unyng; thlangkhqi ing nak kawpoek kyi ik-oeih sai ce kqawn uhy.
2 “When I choose a time, I will judge fairly.
Nang ing, A tym ka hoep ce tyk nyng saw; kai ing ni ak thym na awi ka deng.
3 When the earth and all its dwellers quake, it is I who bear up its pillars.
Khawmdek ingkaw thlang boeih aming thyn awh, tungkhqi ak cak na ak tu ce kai ni.
4 I say to the proud, ‘Do not boast,’ and to the wicked, ‘Do not lift up your horn.
Ak oek qu venawh, ‘Koeh oek qu voel,’ tina nyng saw, thlakche venawh, nak ki koeh thawh.
5 Do not lift up your horn against heaven or speak with an outstretched neck.’”
Khan benna nak ki koeh thawh, na hawng zyng nawhtaw awi koeh kqawn,” ti hyk ti.
6 For exaltation comes neither from east nor west, nor out of the desert,
Khawlaw ben nakawng ing aw khawtlak ben nakawng awh aw ce am awhtaw qamkoh nakawng ing aw u ingawm thalng pynoet am zoeksang thai hy.
7 but it is God who judges; He brings down one and exalts another.
Cehlai, Khawsa ing ni awi a deng: pynoet ce tlaak sak nawh pynoet ce zoeksang hy.
8 For a cup is in the hand of the LORD, full of foaming wine mixed with spices. He pours from His cup, and all the wicked of the earth drink it down to the dregs.
Bawipa a kut awh misur tui ak hawm cawt cawt a bawk tui ing ak kqit ce awm hy; anih ing ce a boet ce nuk hawk hy, cawh khawmdek awhkaw thlakchekhqi boeih ing a dik a hawi mahna aw boeih uhy.
9 But I will proclaim Him forever; I will sing praise to the God of Jacob.
Kai ingtaw ve ve kumqui dyna kqawn vang; Jacob Khawsa kyihcahnaak laa ce sa vang nyng.
10 “All the horns of the wicked I will cut off, but the horns of the righteous will be exalted.”
Thlakchekhqi ak ki ce hlyng pe kawng nyng saw, thlakdyngkhqi ak ki taw zoeksang pekawng.
