Psalms 39
1 “To the chief musician, to Jeduthun, a psalm of David.” I said, I will guard my ways, that I sin not with my tongue: I will guard my mouth with a muzzle, while the wicked is before me.
Jeduthun loh mawt vaengkah ham David kah Tingtoenglung “Ka lai te tholh ve tila ka khosing ka ngaithuen vetih ka hmai ah halang khui atah ka ka dongah kahu ka khueh mai bitni,” ka ti.
2 I was dumb in deep silence, I was quite still, even from [speaking] good; but my pain was greatly excited;
Duemnah neh ka tum uh tih a then lamloh ka ngam hatah ka thakkhoeihnah loh n'lawn.
3 My heart was hot within me, in my self-communing there burnt a fire: [then] spoke I with my tongue,
Ka kohnuenah neh ka ko khuiah ka lungbuei loh ling sut tih hmai la a rhong dongah ka lai neh,
4 Let me know, O Lord, my end, and the measure of my days, what it is: I wish to know when I shall cease to be.
“Aw BOEIPA, ka hmakhah neh ka khohnin kah cungnueh te kai m'ming sak lah. Kai he hlang loh metla n'hnawt n'khoe m'ming sak lah.
5 Behold, measured out with the span hast thou made my days; and my whole duration is nothing before thee: yea, as nothing but vanity doth every man stand here. (Selah)
Ka khohnin he kutsom pakhat dawk nan khueh tih ka khosaknah he namah hmai ah a hong la coeng. Te dongah hlang boeih he a honghi la rhip pai. (Selah)
6 As nothing but a shadowy image doth man walk about, yea, for vanity only do all make a noise: he heapeth up his gains, and knoweth not who shall gather them.
Tedae hlang he mueihlip bangla cet tih a honghi la ko uh. A hmoek dae u loh a coi khaw ming pawh.
7 And now, what shall I wait for, O Lord? my hope is in thee.
Tedae balae ka lamtawn pueng. Ka ngaiuepnah he ka Boeipa namah dongah ni a om.
8 From all my transgressions deliver thou me: render me not the object of reproach of the worthless.
Ka dumlai boeih lamkah kai n'huul lah. Hlang ang kah kokhahnah la kai nan khueh moenih.
9 I was dumb, I opened not my mouth; because thou hadst done it.
Namah loh na saii coeng dongah ka ka ang muehla ka khom.
10 Remove thou thy plague away from me: from the blows of thy hand am I consumed.
Na kut rham loh kai n'khah coeng dongah namah kah phaepnah he kai taeng lamkah han khoe laeh.
11 When thou with corrections chastisest man for iniquity, thou causest his excellence to melt away as [if eaten by] the moth: yea, nothing but vanity is every man. (Selah)
Thaesainah dongah toelthamnah neh hlang na toel. Bungbo kah a cak bangla a hlangthen te na hma sak dongah hlang boeih he a honghi ni. (Selah)
12 Hear my prayer, O Lord, and give ear unto my cry; be not silent at my tears; for a stranger am I with thee, a sojourner, like all my fathers.
Aw BOEIPA, ka thangthuinah han ya lamtah ka mikphi neh ka pang vaengah hnatun lah. A pa rhoek boeih bangla kai khaw nang taengah lampah neh yinlai la ka om dongah olmueh ha dik boeh.
13 Leave off from me, that I may recover strength, before I go hence, and am no more.
Ka cet tih ka khum hlan ah ka ngai a dip ham khaw kai taeng lamkah mangthong mai dae.
