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.

Keima Pakai henga kataovin, Pakai henga khotona kathum in ahi.

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

Keima Pakai ang-sunga kakiphin in, kahahsatna jouse jong kaphongdoh’in.

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.

Kalhagao alam vai jitan, hinlah Pakai nangbou nahi kachena ding lampi ei-hil ji. Kajotna lam lam’a chun ei-douten thang eikam peh jiuvin ahi.

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.

Keiman mikhat tou hunga eipanpi ding kangaichat lai jin, koiman amitsih jenga jong eive poi! Koimacha eikithopi ding aumpoi, kachunga thilsoh koiman imachan eigelpeh poi.

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

O Pakai, keima na henga kataovin, “Nangma hi kakiselna nahi, kahinkhoa kangaichat pen nang bou nahi,” kati.

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

Kataona hi nei ngaipeh teijin, ei-kisunem behseh jeng tai! Ei-bolgenthei hoa kon’in neihuhdoh tan, ajeh chu amaho keisang in ahatval jeng tauve.

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.

Songkul’a kon’in neihuhdoh loijin, chutileh nangma kathangvah thei ding ahi. Lolhing tah’a neibol jeh’a kajet le kaveija midih dim lha diu ahi.