Psalms 30
1 I will extol you, O LORD; for you have lifted me up, and have not made my foes to rejoice over me.
Aw Bawipa, nang ce ni zoeksang vang nyng, nang ing a dungnaak hun awhkawng nik dawk nawh ka qaalkhqi kak khan awh amik kaw am qep sak hyk ti.
2 O LORD my God, I cried unto you, and you have healed me.
Aw Bawipa ka Khawsa, qeenaak thoeh doena kak khy awh ce nang ing ni qoei sak hyk ti.
3 O LORD, you have brought up my soul from the grave: you have kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit. (Sheol h7585)
Aw Bawipa, phyi ak khui awhkawng nik dawk tiksaw; lawk-kqawng khuina ceh sak kaana nim hlyn hyk ti. (Sheol h7585)
4 Sing unto the LORD, O all of you saints of his, and give thanks at the remembrance of his holiness.
Nangmih ak thlangciimkhqi aw, Bawipa venawh laa sa lah uh: ang ming caih ce kyihcah lah uh.
5 For his anger endures but a moment; in his favour is life: weeping may endure for a night, but joy comes in the morning.
Ak kawsonaak taw kawlkalh ca doeng awh ni, cehlai a zeelnaak taw hqing khui dy aham awm hy; cimthan awh ning kqang hly mai hlai hy, mymcang awh zeelnaak law tlaih hy.
6 And in my prosperity I said, I shall never be moved.
Kang ngaih a ding tloek awh ce “am tat qoe tikawng” ti nyng.
7 LORD, by your favour you have made my mountain to stand strong: you did hide your face, and I was troubled.
Aw Bawipa, kak khan awh nak kaw a zeel awh, ka tlang ce ak cak na dyih sak hyk ti; cehlai na haai na thuh awhtaw ngaihang tum na awm hqoeng nyng.
8 I cried to you, O LORD; and unto the LORD I made supplication.
Aw Bawipa, nang ni ka nik khy; Bawipa venawh qeennaak thoeh doena khy nyng.
9 What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise you? shall it declare your truth?
Ka seetnaak ingkaw lawk-kqawng khuina ka cehnaak ve nang aham hawihkhangnaak ikaw a awm? Dekvai ing nang ce anik kyih hly nu?
10 Hear, O LORD, and have mercy upon me: LORD, be you my helper.
Aw Bawipa ngai law nawhtaw, nim qeen lah; Aw Bawipa kai anik bawmkung na awm law lah.
11 You have turned for me my mourning into dancing: you have put off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness;
Kang kqangnaak ve lamnaak na coeng law sak hyk ti; nang ing dipche kang byng ve ni khoe pe nawh zeelnaak ing ni sing hyk ti.
12 To the end that my glory may sing praise to you, and not be silent. O LORD my God, I will give thanks unto you for ever.
Kak kawlung ing a awm dym kaana laa sa kaw, Aw Bawipa ka Khawsa, na venawh kumqui dyna zeelnaak awi kqawn kawng.
