Psalms 51
1 [For the Chief Musician. A Psalm by David, when Nathan the prophet came to him, after he had gone in to Bathsheba.] Have mercy on me, God, according to your loving kindness. According to the multitude of your tender mercies, blot out my transgressions.
Aw Khawsa, na lungnaak amak dyt thai ak caming kai ve nim qeen cang lah; na thintlawhnaak ak bau soeih ing ka sai thawlhnaak ve caih law sak cang lah.
2 Wash me thoroughly from my iniquity. Cleanse me from my sin.
Kang plawng thawlhnaak ve sil law nawhtaw ka thawlhnaak awhkawng ni ciim sak lah.
3 For I know my transgressions. My sin is constantly before me.
Ikawtih, ka sai thawlhnaak ve sim nyng saw, ka thawlhnaak ve ka haiawh awm loet hy.
4 Against you, and you only, have I sinned, and done that which is evil in your sight; that you may be proved right when you speak, and justified when you judge.
Nang ing ak kalh na, nang aven doengawh, thawlh hawh nawh namik huh awh ak che ik-oeih ce sai hawh vik nyng, cedawngawh awi nak kqawn awh na thymnaak ce dang nawh awi na ceknaak awh thym hyk ti.
5 Look, I was brought forth in iniquity. In sin my mother conceived me.
Ka thang plek awhkawng thawlh qoe hawh nawh, ka nu puk khuiawh thawlh doena ni anik bah qoe hawh.
6 Look, you desire truth in the inward parts. You teach me wisdom in the inmost place.
Nang ingtaw ak khui ben awitak doeng ngaih nawh; kawlung am cei dyt awh nang ing cyihnaak ni cawngpyi hyk ti.
7 Purify me with hyssop, and I will be clean. Wash me, and I will be whiter than snow.
Hyssop ing ni ciim sak nawhtaw, cawhtaw ciim hawh kawng nyng; ni sil nawhtaw, cawhtaw vyl anglakawh bawk hawh kawng nyng.
8 Let me hear joy and gladness, That the bones which you have broken may rejoice.
Awmhly kaw zeelnaak awi ce ning zaak sak lah; na ek sak ka quhkhqi ve zeel lah seh.
9 Hide your face from my sins, and blot out all of my iniquities.
Ka thawlhnaak awh na haai thuh nawh kang plawng thawlhnaak ve caih law sak lah.
10 Create in me a clean heart, O God. Renew a right spirit within me.
Aw Khawsa, kak khuiawh kawlung ciim sai law lah, kang myihla ve thai law sak pang lah.
11 Do not throw me from your presence, and do not take your holy Spirit from me.
Na ven awhkawng koeh nik khawng valh nawh nang Ciim Myihla awm koeh lo law valh cang.
12 Restore to me the joy of your salvation. Uphold me with a willing spirit.
Na hulnaak zeelnaak ce ni pe tlaih nawhtaw na nim tunaak qap aham boe ak ngai myihla ce ni pe lah.
13 Then I will teach transgressors your ways. Sinners shall be converted to you.
Cawhtaw ik-oeih ak sai thawlh thlangkhqi ce na lam cawngpyi kawng nyng saw, thlak thawlhkhqi ing na venna hlat law tlaih kawm uh.
14 Deliver me from bloodguiltiness, O God, the God of my salvation. My tongue shall sing aloud of your righteousness.
Aw Khawsa, kai anik hulkung Khawsa, thi lawng sak thawlhnaak awhkawng ni hul cang lah, cawhtaw kam lai ing na dyngnaak laa ce sa kaw.
15 Lord, open my lips. My mouth shall declare your praise.
Aw Bawipa, ka hui ve awng law lah, cawhtaw kam kha ing nam kyihnaak ce kqawn kaw.
16 For you do not delight in sacrifice, or else I would give it. You have no pleasure in burnt offering.
Bulnaak awh nak kaw am zeel hy, cek kaa mantaw hawlaw hawh kawng nyng; hyih phumnaak awh awm am zeel bai hyk ti.
17 The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit. A broken and contrite heart, O God, you will not despise.
Khawsa a bulnaak khqi taw myihlak kqek ve ni; kawlung kqek nawh kawseetnaak ve ni, Aw Khawsa ve ve nang ing am sit ti kawp ti.
18 Do well in your good pleasure to Zion. Build the walls of Jerusalem.
Na ngaihnaak amyihna Zion ce hang leek sak nawh; Jerusalem vawng ce thawh tlaih lah.
19 Then you will delight in the sacrifices of righteousness, in burnt offerings and in whole burnt offerings. Then they will offer bulls on your altar.
Cawhtaw dyngnaak bulnaak ce awm kawmsaw nang ak khawzeelnaak a cuna hyih phumnaak ce awm hawh kaw; cekcoengawh taw na bawkthang awh vaitawm caikhqi ce nawn law hawh kawm uh.
