Psalms 42
1 For the music director. A psalm (maskil) of the sons of Korah. As a deer longs for flowing streams, so I long for you, God.
Sakhi sitwi chimset ngaichat dangchah bangin, kahin ngaicha e O Pathen Elohim.
2 I am thirsty for God, the living God. When can I go and see God's face?
Hingjing Elohim Pathen chu dangchah in kalha ngai e. Itih tahle kache a a-anga kachibai theiding ham?
3 My tears have been my only food, day and night, while people ask me all day long, “Where is your God?”
Sunle jan in lonlhi bou ann in kanei tai, kagal miten phat tin in ei enghouvun “Na Elohim Pathen hoija umham atiuve?”
4 I am crushed as I remember how I walked with the crowds, leading them in a procession to the house of God, with shouts of joy and songs of thanks among the worshipers at the festival.
Kalung thim analheh ji e thil umdan hochu kageldoh ji teng: Elohim Pathen houin a mihonpi chutoh kilhon a, tanggol a Elohim Pathen inlam jon a kitol a thangvah la kisa a mihonpin golvah kibolji hochu!
5 Why am I so discouraged? Why do I feel so sad? I will hope in God; I will praise him because he is the one who saves me—
Ibol a kei lunglha dah kahim? Ibol a kalung hibanga hesoh a ham? Keiman Elohim Pathen a kinepna giltah kanei in! Ken ama kathang vah kit ding ahi ka huhhing pu Elohim ka Pathen.
6 my God! Even though I am very discouraged, I still remember you: from the land of Jordan and Hermon, and from Mount Mizar.
Tun keima kalung alhadah lheh jengtai, hinlah Jordan hung kondoh na, Hermon molsang lang hijong le kahin gel doh jing ding nahi.
7 You thunder through the raging waters, through the noise of the waterfalls. Your crashing waves surge over me—I feel like I'm drowning.
Nang man twipibang nakinon a naki ho twikhanglen gin chu kajai, nangma twipi kidilleh twipi kitol chun eihin lonvuh in ahi.
8 But every day the Lord shows me his trustworthy love; every night he gives me songs to sing—a prayer to the God of my life.
Ahinlah niseh in Yahweh Pakai in angailutna longlou chun eiphung vuh jingin, chuleh janseh leh ama vahchoila kasajin hinkho eipe a Yahweh Pakai komma chun kataojin ahi.
9 I cry out, “My God, my rock, why have you forgotten me? Why must I go around weeping because of the attacks of my enemies?”
O Yahweh Pakai kasongpi keima kakapme, ipi dinga neisuhmil hitam? Ipidinga kadougal te bol hesoh jeh a lunggima kavale jingding ham?
10 The mocking of my attackers crushes my bones. They're always asking me, “Where is your God?”
Eihou setnao hin kagep lhatan ahi, “Na Pathen hoija umham,” tin eidong jingun ahi.
11 Why am I so discouraged? Why do I feel so sad? I will hope in God; I will praise him because he is the one who saves me—my God!
Ipi dinga keima hiti lungkham kahin, epidinga hiti lungboi kahim? Keiman Elohim Pathen nah kakinepna koijing ting chuleh eihuhhing paleh ka Pathen chu avellin thangvah kit inge.
