Psalms 90
1 A prayer of Moses the man of God. Lord, You have been our dwelling place through all generations.
Sithaw kami Mosi lawkthuihaih. Angraeng, nang loe adung boih ah kaicae ohhaih ahmuen ah na oh.
2 Before the mountains were born or You brought forth the earth and the world, from everlasting to everlasting You are God.
Maenawk loe om o ai vop, longlai hoi long na sah ai nathuem hoi boeh ni, nang loe dungzan hoi dugzan khoek to Sithaw ah na oh boeh.
3 You return man to dust, saying, “Return, O sons of mortals.”
Kami to nam rosak; kami ih caanawk, amlaem o let ah, tiah na naa.
4 For in Your sight a thousand years are but a day that passes, or a watch of the night.
Saning sangto loe na hmaa ah tidoeh na ai ni, kalaem tangcae ni baktih, atue setta qum atue baktiah ni oh.
5 You whisk them away in their sleep; they are like the new grass of the morning—
Nihcae to tui mah pazawk baktiah na lak ving; nihcae loe ka iip baktiah oh o moe, akhawnbang ah tacawt tahang phroh baktiah oh o.
6 in the morning it springs up new, but by evening it fades and withers.
Phroh loe akhawnbang ah sai moe, qoeng tahang, duembang ah loe amro moe, azaem ving.
7 For we are consumed by Your anger and terrified by Your wrath.
Kaicae loe palung na phuihaih hoiah kam ro o; palung na bet pongah tasoehhaih hoiah ka oh o.
8 You have set our iniquities before You, our secret sins in the light of Your presence.
Kaicae sakpazaehaihnawk to na hmaa ah na suek moe, tamqumta hoiah ka sak o ih zaehaihnawk loe na hmaa ih aanghaih mah toeh phaeng.
9 For all our days decline in Your fury; we finish our years with a sigh.
Palung na phui pongah kaicae ih aninawk loe laemh boeh; saningnawk loe thuih ih ruici baktiah ni ka laemh o sak boeh.
10 The length of our days is seventy years— or eighty if we are strong— yet their pride is but labor and sorrow, for they quickly pass, and we fly away.
Kaicae hinghaih saning loe qui sarihto sawk; thacak nahaeloe saning qui tazetto pha tih; khosak hoih li nathuem ah doeh patanghaih hoi palungsethaih khue ni oh; toe saningnawk loe akra ai ah laemh o, kaicae doeh kang hmat kang taa o.
11 Who knows the power of Your anger? Your wrath matches the fear You are due.
Palung na phuihaih tha loe mi mah maw panoek tih? Nang loe zitthoh baktih toengah palung na phuihaih doeh zitthoh.
12 So teach us to number our days, that we may present a heart of wisdom.
Palunghahaih ka patoh o thai hanah, ka hing o haih aninawk kroek thaihaih to na patuk ah.
13 Return, O LORD! How long will it be? Have compassion on Your servants.
Aw Angraeng, amlaem let ah, nasetto maw akra vop tih? Na tamnanawk nuiah tahmenhaih to tawn ah.
14 Satisfy us in the morning with Your loving devotion, that we may sing for joy and be glad all our days.
Na tahmenhaih rang hoiah akhawnbang ah zok amhahsak ah; to tiah nahaeloe ka hing o thung anghoehaih hoi oephaih hoiah ka om o tih.
15 Make us glad for as many days as You have afflicted us, for as many years as we have seen evil.
Kaicae patang nang khangsakhaih saning, kasae tonghaih saning paroeai pop boeh pongah, kaicae anghoehaih atue to na paek ah.
16 May Your work be shown to Your servants, and Your splendor to their children.
Na sak ih hmuen to na tamnanawk khaeah amtuengsak ah loe, na lensawkhaih to a caanawk khaeah amtuengsak ah.
17 May the favor of the Lord our God rest upon us; establish for us the work of our hands— yes, establish the work of our hands!
Aicae Angraeng Sithaw tahmenhaih aicae nuiah om nasoe; kaimacae ban hoi ka sak o ih tok to na caksak ah; ue, kaimacae ban hoi ka sak o ih tok to na caksak ah.
