Psalms 42
1 TO THE OVERSEER. AN INSTRUCTION OF THE SONS OF KORAH. As a deer pants for streams of water, So my soul pants toward You, O God.
Saksuk ing sihtui ang ngai amyihna, Aw Khawsa, kang myihla ing nang ning ngai soeih hy.
2 My soul thirsted for God, for the living God, When do I enter and see the face of God?
Ka hqingnaak ing Khawsa, ak hqing Khawsa ce tui na ngaih hy. Ityk awh nu ka ceh nawh Khawsa ing ka ning hqum lah voei?
3 My tear has been bread day and night to me, In their saying to me all the day, “Where [is] your God?”
Khawmthan khawdai mikphli tui ve buh na ai nyng saw, thlangkhqi ing khawnghi zung awh, “Na Khawsa hana a awm? ni tina uhy.
4 These I remember, and pour out my soul in me, For I pass over into the shelter, I go softly with them to the house of God, With the voice of singing and confession, The multitude keeping celebration!
Khawty khaw ning awh thlangkqeng ing Khawsa im na ceh buk buk doena khy ang kqang ing awmhly zeelnaak awi ak kqawn khqi ce kak poek awh, ka hqingnaak ve khuikha hy.
5 Why bow yourself, O my soul? Indeed, are you troubled within me? Wait for God, for I still confess Him: The salvation of my countenance—my God!
Aw ka hqingnaak kawtih nang ngam khak vik hy voei? Ikawtih kak kaw khuiawh ngaihang tum na a awm? Bawipa awh ngaih-unaak ce ta lah, ka hulkung ingkaw ka Khawsa ce kyihcah hyn ngai kawng.
6 My soul bows itself in me, Therefore I remember You from the land of Jordan, And of the Hermons, from Mount Mizar.
Kak kawk khuiawh ka hqingnaak ve ang ngam khak hawh dawngawh; Jordan qam, Herman tlang sang. Mizar mawl awhkawng namah ce ni sim loet kawng.
7 Deep is calling to deep At the noise of Your waterspouts, All Your breakers and Your billows passed over me.
Chawihawng tuih awi awh tuihdung ingkaw tuihdung ce khy qu nih nawh na tuiphu ingkaw tui sambakkhqi ing ni liu mylh hy.
8 By day YHWH commands His kindness, And by night a song [is] with me, A prayer to the God of my life.
Khawkdai awh Bawipa ing a lungnaak ce hlat law nawh, khawmthan awh a laa ce ka venawh awm sak hy. Ka hqingnaak Khawsa venawh kak cykcahnaak ce awm hy.
9 I say to God my Rock, “Why have You forgotten me? Why do I go mourning in the oppression of an enemy?”
Lungnu ka Khawsa venawh, “Ikawtih na nim hilh hyt vik? Ikawtih ka qaal ing ani penelt qap awh kawboet ing ko doena kang pla khing kaw?” tina nyng.
10 With a sword in my bones My adversaries have reproached me, In their saying to me all the day, “Where [is] your God?”
Ka qaalkhqi zakdam kawi awi awh ka quhkhqi awm thih pit dyna khuikha hy; myngawi, “Hana na Khawsa a awm?” ni tina uhy.
11 Why bow yourself, O my soul? And why are you troubled within me? Wait for God, for I still confess Him, The salvation of my countenance, and my God!
Aw ka hqingnaak, kawtih nang ngam khak vik? Khawtih kak kawk khuiawh ngaihang tum na na awm? Bawipa awh ngaih-unaak ce ta lah, anih taw kam kyihcah hly dawngawh, ka hulkung ingkaw ka Khawsa ce.
