Psalms 142

1 “A Maskil of David, when he was in the cave. A prayer.” With my voice I cry unto the Lord: with my voice I make supplication unto the Lord.

Bawipa venawh khawteh na khy nyng; qeennaak thoeh doena Bawipa venawh awi y nyng.

2 I pour out before him my grief: my distress I recite before him.

A haiawh ka ngaihnaak awi kqawn pe nyng saw; ka kyinaak ce a haiawh kqawn pe nyng.

3 When my spirit was overwhelmed within me—and thou knowest well my path—on the way whereon I desired to walk they had secretly laid a snare for me.

Kak khuina kang myihla ve a zai awh, nang ing ni ka lam ve na sim law. Ka cehnaak lam awh thlangkhqi ing ang hyp na dawng dun law uhy.

4 Look to the right, and behold, yea, there is no man that recognizeth me: [every] refuge is lost to me; there is no one that careth for my soul.

Kak tang ben ve toek mai lah; kai anik ngainaak u pynoet awm am awm hy. Thuknaak am ta nyng saw; kai ka hqingnaak ve u ingawm ikaw na am huhy.

5 I cried unto thee, O Lord: I said, Thou art my refuge, my portion in the land of life.

Aw Bawipa, nang a venawh khy nyng, “Nang taw kang thuknaak na awm hyk ti, ak hqingkhqi qam awh ka taham na awm hyk ti,” ti nyng.

6 Listen unto my entreaty; for I am very miserable: deliver me from my pursuers; for they are too mighty for me.

Kak khynaak awi ve ngai lah, ni ngoe soeih nyng; kai anik hquutkhqi kut khuiawh kawng ni hul lah, kai aham taw amik tha awm soeih hy.

7 Bring forth out of prison my soul, that I may thank thy name: with me shall the righteous crown themselves, when thou wilt deal bountifully with me.

Nang ming kam kyihcah thainaak aham, thawngim khui awhkawng ni loet sak lah. Cawhtaw kak khan awh na leeknaak awh ve thlak dyngkhqi ing nik chung khqi khoep kaw.