Psalms 84
1 To the chief music-maker; put to the Gittith A Psalm. Of the sons of Korah. How dear are your tents, O Lord of armies!
Katoeng kruek zaehoikung hanah. Gittih baktiah sak koi Korah caanawk ih Saam laa. Aw misatuh kaminawk ih Angraeng, na ohhaih kahni im loe kawkruk maw palung han oh!
2 The passion of my soul's desire is for the house of the Lord; my heart and my flesh are crying out for the living God.
Ue, Angraeng ih longhmaa to dawn loiah, ka hinghaih loe zaisut boeh; ka palungthin hoi ka ngan mah kahing Sithaw to kawk.
3 The little birds have places for themselves, where they may put their young, even your altars, O Lord of armies, my King and my God.
Aw misatuh kaminawk ih Angraeng, ka Siangpahrang hoi ka Sithaw, ue, na hmaicam ah, paritca mah tabu sak, a caa khaek haih hanah, pungpae mah tabu to boh.
4 Happy are they whose resting-place is in your house: they will still be praising you. (Selah)
Na im ah kaom kaminawk loe tahamhoih o; nang to saphaw o poe tih. (Selah)
5 Happy is the man whose strength is in you; in whose heart are the highways to Zion.
Nang ah thacakhaih tawn kaminawk loe tahamhoih o; to kaminawk loe na loklam bangah palungthin to suek o.
6 Going through the valley of balsam-trees, they make it a place of springs; it is clothed with blessings by the early rain.
Nihcae Baca azawn ah caeh o naah, tuibap tui to takaeh o; khotui mah tui hoiah koisak.
7 They go from strength to strength; every one of them comes before God in Zion.
Nihcae loe thacak o aep, Zion ih kaminawk loe Sithaw hmaa ah angphong o boih.
8 O Lord God of armies, let my prayer come to you: give ear, O God of Jacob. (Selah)
Aw misatuh kaminawk ih Angraeng Sithaw, lawk ka thuihaih hae tahngai ah; aw Jakob Sithaw, tahngai rae ah.
9 O God, let your eyes be on him who is our safe cover, and let your heart be turned to your king.
Khenah, Aw Sithaw kaicae abuephaih, nangmah na caksak kami ih mikhmai to khen ah.
10 For a day in your house is better than a thousand. It is better to be a door-keeper in the house of my God, than to be living in the tents of sin.
Ahmuen kalah bangah saning sangto oh pongah loe, nangmah ih longhmaa ah nito oh hae hoih kue. Kasae kaminawk ih kahni im ah oh pongah loe, ka Angraeng im thungah thok toepkung ah ka oh khoek roek han.
11 The Lord God is our sun and our strength: the Lord will give grace and glory: he will not keep back any good thing from those whose ways are upright.
Angraeng Sithaw loe ni hoi abuephaih ah oh; Angraeng mah tahmenhaih hoi lensawkhaih to paek tih; loklam katoengah caeh kaminawk hanah loe hmuen kahoih roe paawt pae mak ai.
12 O Lord of armies, happy is the man whose hope is in you.
Aw misatuh kaminawk ih Angraeng, nang oephaih tawn kami loe tahamhoih.
