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.
Kathutkung: Korah capanaw Sakhi ni tuisi a doun e patetlah Oe Cathut, ka hringnae ni nang na doun.
2 I am thirsty for God, the living God. When can I go and see God's face?
Ka hringnae ni Cathut, ka hring Cathut hah a kahran. Nâtuek ne Cathut koe ka pha vaiteh, ka minhmai ka patue van han vai.
3 My tears have been my only food, day and night, while people ask me all day long, “Where is your God?”
Ayânaw ni na Cathut teh nâmouh ao vâ pou ati awh dawkvah, karum khodai ka mitphi teh khap laipalah ka rawca lah ao.
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.
Tamimaya hoi Cathut im rei cei awh navah, konawm laihoi, pholen la rei sak awh navah, tamimaya hoi pawi koe rei cei awh e naw hah, bout ka pouk toteh, ka hringnae heh ka thung vah ka rabawk.
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—
Oe, ka hringnae bang dawk ne sut na ngam. Bangkongmaw ka thungvah runae na kâhmo. Cathut hah ngaihawi haw. Bangkongtetpawiteh, ama teh ka pholen han rah, na ka rungngangkung hoi ka Cathut.
6 my God! Even though I am very discouraged, I still remember you: from the land of Jordan and Hermon, and from Mount Mizar.
Ka hringnae teh ka lungthung a lungmathoe dawkvah, Jordan ram, Hermon ram hoi Mizar, mon koehoi nang teh pou na pouk.
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.
Na tuitâto pawlawk dawk, tui kadung hoi tui kadung a kâpan teh, na tuicapa ka thaw e ni koung na ramuk toe.
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.
BAWIPA ni khodai lah a pahrennae hah na poe teh, karum lah pholennae la sak laihoi, ka hringnae Cathut koe ratoum laihoi ka o.
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?”
Ka lungsong, Cathut koevah, bangkongmaw na pahnim. Bangkongmaw ka tarannaw ni na pahuipalam awh kecu dawk ka lung a mathoe han rah, telah ka dei han.
10 The mocking of my attackers crushes my bones. They're always asking me, “Where is your God?”
Ka tarannaw ni nâmouh na Cathut teh ao telah na panuikhai kecu dawk, ka hru koung a khoe awh mue toe telah ka pouk.
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!
Ka hringnae bangkongmaw na lung a mathoe. Bangkongmaw ka thungvah, runae na kâhmo. Cathut hah kâuep haw. Bangkongtetpawiteh, ama teh ka pholen han rah. Na kabawmkung hoi na ka damsakkung doeh.
