Psalms 42
1 [For the Chief Musician. A contemplation by the sons of Korah.] As the deer pants for the water brooks, so my soul pants after you, God.
Saksuk ing sihtui ang ngai amyihna, Aw Khawsa, kang myihla ing nang ning ngai soeih hy.
2 My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When shall I come and appear before 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 tears have been my food day and night, while they continually ask me, "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 things I remember, and pour out my soul within me, how I used to go in the tent of the Majestic One, to the house of God, with the voice of joy and praise, a multitude keeping a holy day.
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 are you in despair, my soul? Why are you disturbed within me? Hope in God. For I will again give him thanks, my saving presence and 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 is in despair within me. Therefore I remember you from the land of the Jordan, the heights of Hermon, from the hill 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 calls to deep at the noise of your waterfalls. All your breakers and waves have swept 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 The LORD will command his loving kindness in the daytime. In the night his song shall be 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 will ask God, my Rock, "Why have you forgotten me? Why do I go mourning because of the oppression of the 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 As with a sword in my bones, my adversaries taunt me, while they continually ask me, "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 are you in despair, my soul? Why are you disturbed within me? Hope in God. For I will again give him thanks, my saving presence 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.
