Psalms 39
1 To the chief music-maker. Of Jeduthun. A Psalm. Of David. I said, I will give attention to my ways, so that my tongue may do no wrong; I will keep my mouth under control, while the sinner is before me.
Ka cehnaak lam awh ce kang ngaih ta nawh kam lai awm thlawlhnaak awhkawng khoem vang; thlakchekhqi ka haiawh a awm khui awhtaw kam kha ve cyp vang,” ti nyng.
2 I made no sound, I said no word, even of good; and I was moved with sorrow.
Cehlai awimyh na awm poek poek nawh, ik-oeih leek kqawn kaana ka awm awh zani, kak kawseetnaak ing pung hy.
3 My heart was burning in my breast; while I was deep in thought the fire was lighted; then I said with my tongue,
Kak kawk khuiawh kak kawlung hlawk nawh, poek typ typ nyng saw, mai ce kqawng hy; cawhtaw kam lai ing awi ce kqawn nyng.
4 Lord, give me knowledge of my end, and of the measure of my days, so that I may see how feeble I am.
Aw Bawipa, ka hqing dytnaak ce nim huh nawhtaw khawnyn iqyt nu ka hqing kaw tice nim huh lah; ka hqingnaak ve choet ca mai ni ti ni sim sak lah.
5 You have made my days no longer than a hand's measure; and my years are nothing in your eyes; truly, every man is but a breath. (Selah)
Ka hqing khui khawsaknaak ve kut pha teh doeng ni sai tiksaw; ka hqingnaak ve na haiawh ik choet awm am law hy. Thlang boeih a hqingnaak ve hqi doek khoeih mai ni.
6 Truly, every man goes on his way like an image; he is troubled for no purpose: he makes a great store of wealth, and has no knowledge of who will get it.
Thlanghqing ve huhai na ak cet myihlip ing myih hy; amah poek awhtaw tamtaw soeih lawt hlai hy, a zap mai ni; them awm cun hlai hy, u ing a pang kaw tice am sim hy.
7 And now, Lord, what am I waiting for? my hope is in you.
Cehlai tuh Bawipa, kai ing u nu ka sui? Kang ngaih-u-naak taw nang awh ni a awm.
8 Make me free from all my sins; do not let me be shamed by the man of evil behaviour.
Ka sai thawlhnaak ak khui awhkawng ni hul nawhtaw; thlakqawkhqi ak kqawnseet na koeh ni sai.
9 I was quiet, and kept my mouth shut; because you had done it.
Awimyh na awm nyng saw; kam kha am awng nyng, kawtih, ve ve nang ing na sai hawh ni.
10 No longer let your hand be hard on me; I am wasted by the blows of your hand.
Na ni vyknaak ve ka ven awhkawng khoe hlah; na kut zawk hawh nyng.
11 By the weight of your wrath against man's sin, the glory of his form is wasted away; truly every man is but a breath. (Selah)
A thawlhnaak awh thlangkhqi ce zyi nawh toel hyk ti; thlang boeih ve hqi doek khoeih mai ni.
12 Let my prayer come to your ears, O Lord, and give attention to my cry, make an answer to my weeping: for my time here is short before you, and in a little time I will be gone, like all my fathers.
Aw Bawipa, kak cykcahnaak ve ngai law lah, qeennaak thoeh doena kak khynaak awi ve ngai lah; kang kqangnaak ve nang haa koeh kqek sih lah. Ikawtih, na venawh khin amyihna awm nyng saw, ka pakhqi amyihna thlak chang na awm nyng.
13 Let your wrath be turned away from me, so that I may be comforted, before I go away from here, and become nothing.
Cet nawh am ka awm voel naak tym apha hlan awh ka zeelnaak tlaih aham, ak chang na ning mang tak mai.
