Psalms 42
1 To him that excelleth. A Psalme to give instruction, committed to the sonnes of Korah. As the harte brayeth for the riuers of water, so panteth my soule after thee, O God.
Saksuk ing sihtui ang ngai amyihna, Aw Khawsa, kang myihla ing nang ning ngai soeih hy.
2 My soule thirsteth for God, euen for the liuing God: when shall I come and appeare before the presence of God?
Ka hqingnaak ing Khawsa, ak hqing Khawsa ce tui na ngaih hy. Ityk awh nu ka ceh nawh Khawsa ing ka ning hqum lah voei?
3 My teares haue bin my meate day and night, while they dayly say vnto me, Where is thy God?
Khawmthan khawdai mikphli tui ve buh na ai nyng saw, thlangkhqi ing khawnghi zung awh, “Na Khawsa hana a awm? ni tina uhy.
4 When I remembred these things, I powred out my very heart, because I had gone with the multitude, and ledde them into the House of God with the voyce of singing, and prayse, as a multitude that keepeth a feast.
Khawty khaw ning awh thlangkqeng ing Khawsa im na ceh buk buk doena khy ang kqang ing awmhly zeelnaak awi ak kqawn khqi ce kak poek awh, ka hqingnaak ve khuikha hy.
5 Why art thou cast downe, my soule, and vnquiet within me? waite on God: for I will yet giue him thankes for the helpe of his presence.
Aw ka hqingnaak kawtih nang ngam khak vik hy voei? Ikawtih kak kaw khuiawh ngaihang tum na a awm? Bawipa awh ngaih-unaak ce ta lah, ka hulkung ingkaw ka Khawsa ce kyihcah hyn ngai kawng.
6 My God, my soule is cast downe within me, because I remember thee, from the land of Iorden, and Hermonim, and from the mount Mizar.
Kak kawk khuiawh ka hqingnaak ve ang ngam khak hawh dawngawh; Jordan qam, Herman tlang sang. Mizar mawl awhkawng namah ce ni sim loet kawng.
7 One deepe calleth another deepe by the noyse of thy water spoutes: all thy waues and thy floods are gone ouer me.
Chawihawng tuih awi awh tuihdung ingkaw tuihdung ce khy qu nih nawh na tuiphu ingkaw tui sambakkhqi ing ni liu mylh hy.
8 The Lord will graunt his louing kindenesse in the day, and in the night shall I sing of him, euen a prayer vnto the God of my life.
Khawkdai awh Bawipa ing a lungnaak ce hlat law nawh, khawmthan awh a laa ce ka venawh awm sak hy. Ka hqingnaak Khawsa venawh kak cykcahnaak ce awm hy.
9 I wil say vnto God, which is my rocke, Why hast thou forgotten mee? why goe I mourning, when the enemie oppresseth me?
Lungnu ka Khawsa venawh, “Ikawtih na nim hilh hyt vik? Ikawtih ka qaal ing ani penelt qap awh kawboet ing ko doena kang pla khing kaw?” tina nyng.
10 My bones are cut asunder, while mine enemies reproch me, saying dayly vnto me, Where is thy God?
Ka qaalkhqi zakdam kawi awi awh ka quhkhqi awm thih pit dyna khuikha hy; myngawi, “Hana na Khawsa a awm?” ni tina uhy.
11 Why art thou cast downe, my soule? and why art thou disquieted within mee? waite on God: for I wil yet giue him thankes: he is my present helpe, and my God.
Aw ka hqingnaak, kawtih nang ngam khak vik? Khawtih kak kawk khuiawh ngaihang tum na na awm? Bawipa awh ngaih-unaak ce ta lah, anih taw kam kyihcah hly dawngawh, ka hulkung ingkaw ka Khawsa ce.
