Psalms 88
1 A Song. A Psalm. Of the sons of Korah. To the chief music-maker; put to Mahalath Leannoth. Maschil. Of Heman the Ezrahite. O Lord, God of my salvation, I have been crying to you for help by day and by night:
Aw Bawipa, kai anik hulkung Khawsa, khawmthan khawdai na haiawh khy nyng.
2 Let my prayer come before you; give ear to my cry:
Kak cykcahnaak ve na haiawh pha seitaw; kak khynaak benna nang haa keng law lah.
Ka hqingnaak ve kyinaak ing be nawh ka hqingnaak ve hlan ing ni a ning zoe qu hawh hy. (Sheol h7585)
4 I am numbered among those who go down into the earth; I have become like a man for whom there is no help:
Lawk-kqawng na a nuk cetkhqi ing nik dawh sih haih uhy; kai vemyih tha amak awm thlang ve.
5 My soul is among the dead, like those in the underworld, to whom you give no more thought; for they are cut off from your care.
Thlak thikhqi anglakawh ni hoep unawh, thlang him unawh hlan awh ami soei amyihna, nang a khoemnaak ak khuiawh amak awm voel hawh thlangkhqi amyihna, nang ing anih ce am sim qoe voel hyk ti.
6 You have put me in the lowest deep, even in dark places.
Lawk-kqawng ak kai dyt ak hypnaak tit tit na ni ta hyk ti.
7 The weight of your wrath is crushing me, all your waves have overcome me. (Selah)
Nak kawsonaak ce kak khan awh ak qih soeih na ta tiksaw; hlipui ing ce ni sing malh hyk ti.
8 You have sent my friends far away from me; you have made me a disgusting thing in their eyes: I am shut up, and not able to come out.
Ka pyikhqi awm ni lawh pe tiksaw cekkhqi am tyih kawi na ni sai hyk ti. Nik kqyp khak tiksaw ap cawn thai nyng;
9 My eyes are wasting away because of my trouble: Lord, my cry has gone up to you every day, my hands are stretched out to you.
Kak kaw a seet aih awh ka mik qawi awm hyp khoep hawh hy. Aw Bawipa, nang ce khawnghi zung nik khy nyng saw, nang a venawh ka kut qawi ve phyl nyng.
10 Will you do works of wonder for the dead? will the shades come back to give you praise? (Selah)
Thlak thi a venawh kawpoek kyi ik-oeih nak dang sak nu? Ak thikhqi ing tho unawh nang nim kyihcah unawh nu?
11 Will the story of your mercy be given in the house of the dead? will news of your faith come to the place of destruction?
Phyi awh nang a lungnaak ce amik kqawn nu; seetnaak a hunawh nang a ypawmnaak ce amik kqawn nu?
12 May there be knowledge of your wonders in the dark? or of your righteousness where memory is dead?
Thannaak awh nang ak kawpoek kyi ik-oeih sai ce sim na ak awm nu, am awhtaw lunghilhnaak qam awh nang a dyngnaak ik-oieh ai ce a mik sim nu?
13 But to you did I send up my cry, O Lord; in the morning my prayer came before you.
Cehlai Aw Bawipa, qeennaak thoeh doena na venawh khy nyng, mymcang hqit awh kak cykcahnaak ing na hai pha law hy.
14 Lord, why have you sent away my soul? why is your face covered from me?
Ikawtih Aw Bawipa, ni qoeng nawh, na haai na thuh hy voei?
15 I have been troubled and in fear of death from the time when I was young; your wrath is hard on me, and I have no strength.
Ka naasen ca awhkawng khuikha sim nyng saw thih pit dyna awm nyng; nak kqih awmnaak zawk nyng saw kawboet ing awm nyng.
16 The heat of your wrath has gone over me; I am broken by your cruel punishments.
Nak kawsonaak ing ni sing khyng nawh; nak kqih awmnaak ing ni plawci sak hy.
17 They are round me all the day like water; they have made a circle about me.
Khawnghi zung tuinu amyihna nik chung khoep uhy; cekkhqi ing nik chawi malh uhy.
18 You have sent my friends and lovers far from me; I am gone from the memory of those who are dear to me.
Ka pyikhqi ingkaw ka lungnaak thlangkhqi ce lo tiksaw; thannaak ve ni ak zoe khyt pyi na a awm hawh hy.
