Psalms 108
1 A Song, a Melody: David’s. Fixed, is my heart, O God, I will sing and touch the strings, even mine honour.
Aw Khawsa, kak kawlung ve cak hy; ka hqingnaak boeih ing tingtoeng tum doena laa sa kawng nyng.
2 Awake, O harp and lyre, I will awaken the dawn!
Tingtoeng ingkaw qaw tingtoeng nang hqak lah nih! Myncang hi awh thawh na lah vang!
3 I will thank thee among the peoples, O Yahweh, and will sing praise unto thee, among the tribes of men.
Phynlum thlangkhqing lak awh, Aw Bawipa, nang ce nim kyihcah vang; thlangkhqing lak awh nang laa na ni sa vang.
4 For, great, above the heavens, is thy lovingkindness, and, as far as the skies, thy faithfulness.
Ikawtih na lungnaak taw bau nawh, khan anglakawh sang khqoet hy; na ypawmnaak ing khawnghi hak pha hy.
5 Be thou exalted above the heavens, O God, And, above all the earth, be thy glory.
Aw Khawsa, khankhqi ak khan na hak zoeksang qu lah, khawmdek boeih ak khan awh na boeimangnaak awm lah seh.
6 To the end thy beloved ones may be delivered, Oh save thou with thy right hand and answer me!
Na lungnaak thlangkhqi hul na a awmnaak thai aham nak tang kut ing kaimih ve ni hul khqi nawh ni bawm khqi lah.
7 God, hath spoken in his holiness, I will exult! I will apportion Shechem! And, the Vale of Succoth, will I measure out;
Khawsa ing a hun ciim awhkawng awi kqawn hawh hy: “Noengnaak ingkaw Shqekem ce qek ang ra kawng nyng saw Sukoth Tuikawk ce tah vang nyng.
8 Mine, is Gilead—mine, Manasseh, but, Ephraim, is the defence of my head, Judah, is my commander’s staff;
Gilead ve kai a koe ni; Ephraim ve ka thi lumyk na awm nawh Judah ve ka cawnghqawl na awm hy.
9 Moab, is my wash-bowl, Upon Edom, will I throw my shoe, Over Philistia, raise a shout of triumph.
Moab khaw ka silhnaak beihdung na awm nawh, Edom qam khawmyk ka suhnaak; Philistia qam khan awh noengnaak ing khy nyng.”
10 Who will conduct me to a fortified city? Who will lead me as far as Edom?
Vawngcak ingkaw thingtung khawk bau khui na u ing nu kai a ni kun pyi kaw? U ing Edom qam na ani ceh pyi kaw?
11 Hast not thou, O God, rejected us? and wilt not go forth, O God, with our hosts.
Aw Khawsa, kaimih ni qoeng khqi tiksaw kaimih a qalkapkhqi mi amak cet haih qoe voel ce nang am nu?
12 Grant us help out of distress, for, vain, is the deliverance of man:
Qaal ka mi tuk awh nang ing ni bawm lah, thlanghqing a bawmnaak taw phu am tahy.
13 In God, shall we do valiantly, He himself, therefore, shall tread down our adversaries.
Khawsa ingqawi taw ni noeng mare kaw, amah ing ni qaalkhqi ce leh law kaw.
