Psalms 108
1 A canticle of a psalm for David himself. My heart is ready, O God, my heart is ready: I will sing, and will give praise, with my glory.
David ih Saam laa. Aw Sithaw, ka palungthin loe cak; ka hinghaih boih hoiah nang pakoehhaih laa to ka sak han.
2 Arise, my glory; arise, psaltery and harp: I will arise in the morning early.
Katoeng hoi tamoinawk, angthawk oh! Kai loe khawnthaw ah kang thawk han.
3 I will praise thee, O Lord, among the people: and I will sing unto thee among the populations.
Aw Angraeng, kaminawk salakah, nang kang pakoeh han; acaeng kaminawk salakah nang pakoehhaih laa to ka sak han.
4 For thy mercy is great above the heavens: and thy truth even unto the clouds.
Na palungnathaih loe len moe, van pongah doeh sang kue; na loktang lok loe van khoek to phak.
5 Be thou exalted, O God, above the heavens, and thy glory over all the earth:
Aw Sithaw, nang loe vannawk pongah sang nasoe; na lensawkhaih long nui boih ah om nasoe.
6 That thy beloved may be delivered. Save with thy right hand and hear me.
Na palung ih kaminawk pahlong thai hanah, na bantang ban hoiah pahlong ah loe, ka lok hae na tahngai pae ah.
7 God hath spoken in his holiness. I will rejoice, and I will divide Sichem and I will mete out the vale of tabernacles.
Sithaw loe angmah ih hmuenciim hoiah lokthuih boeh; kai loe kang hoe han; Shekem to pakhoih moe, Sukkoth azawn to ka tah han.
8 Galaad is mine, and Manasses is mine and Ephraim the protection of my head. Juda is my king:
Gilead loe kai ih ni; Manasseh doeh kai ih ni; Ephraim loe ka lu thacakhaih lumuek ah oh; Judah loe kai ih kaalok patukkung ah oh.
9 Moab the pot of my hope. Over Edom I will stretch out my shoe: the aliens are become my friends.
Moab loe khok kam saehhaih sabae kathuk ah oh; Edom nuiah kaimah ih khokpanai to ka vah han; Philistia nuiah pazawkhaih hoiah ka hangh han.
10 Who will bring me into the strong city? who will lead me into Edom?
Sipae kacak vangpui thungah mi mah maw na zae tih? Mi mah maw Edom prae ah na caeh haih tih?
11 Wilt not thou, O God, who hast cast us off? and wilt not thou, O God, go forth with our armies?
Aw Sithaw, nangmah na ai maw kaicae hae pahnawt sut? Kaicae ih misatuh kaminawk hoi nawnto caeh ai ah kaom kami doeh, nang na ai maw?
12 O grant us help from trouble: for vain is the help of man.
Raihaih thung hoiah ka loih o thai hanah, na bom ah; kami mah abomhaih loe azom pui ni.
13 Through God we shall do mightily: and he will bring our enemies to nothing.
Kaicae loe Sithaw rang hoiah misa ka hoih o tih; kaicae ih misanawk to anih na tii pae tih.
