Psalms 3
1 A Psalm of David, when he fled from the presence of his son Abessalom. O Lord, why are they that afflict me multiplied? many rise up against me.
Aw Bawipa, ka qaalkhqi doem soeih mah hy! Kai qaal na anik thawh sihkhqi doem soeih hy!
2 Many say concerning my soul, There is no deliverance for him in his God. (Pause)
Khawsa ing am hul tang” tinawh thlang khawzah ing ni tina uhy.
3 But you, O Lord, are my helper: my glory, and the one that lifts up my head.
Bawipa, nang taw kai anik hlipkung phuhqa na awm hyk ti, kak khanawh boeimangnaak ce ni pe nawh ka luu ni zoek pe hyk ti.
4 I cried to the Lord with my voice, and he heard me out of his holy mountain. (Pause)
Bawipa venawh khawteh na khy nyng saw, anih ing a hun ciim awhkawng nim hlat pehy.
5 I lay down and slept; I awaked; for the Lord will help me.
Nung zaih nawh ip nyng; Bawipa ing a nimtu khak a dawngawh hang hqyng law tlaih bai nyng.
6 I will not be afraid of ten thousands of people, who beset me round about.
Qaal thonghqa ing hu hai na nik en khoep bai seiawm ap kqih qoe kawng nyng.
7 Arise, Lord; deliver me, my God: for you have struck all who were without cause mine enemies; you have broken the teeth of sinners.
Aw Bawipa tho lah! ka Khawsa nang ing ni hul lah! Ka qaalkhqi a kapkhe quh ce vyk pek khqi nawhtaw, thlak chekhqi a haa ce khoeng pek khqi lah.
8 Deliverance is the Lord's, and your blessing is upon your people.
Hulnaak taw Bawipa ven awhkawng law hy. Nak thlangkhqik khanawh na zosennaak awm seh nyng.
