Psalms 138

1 David’s. I will give thee thanks with all my heart, Before the messengers of God, will I praise thee in song:

Aw Bawipa, kak kawlung boeih ing nang ce nim kyihcah vang; “khawsakhqi” haiawh nang kyihcahnaak laa sa vang nyng.

2 I will bow down towards thy holy temple, and thank thy Name, for thy lovingkindness and for thy faithfulness, For thou hast magnified, above all thy Name, thy word!

Nang a bawkim ciim benna koep nyng seitaw, na lungnaak ingkaw na ypawmnaak awh nang ming ce kyihcah vang, kawtih ing nang ming ing na lungnaak ce ik-oeih boeih ak khan awh zoeksang hawh hyk ti.

3 In the day I cried unto thee, then didst thou answer me, and didst excite me, in my soul, mightily.

Kai ing ka nik khy awh, nang ing nim hlat hyk ti; ka qaal ni leek sak nawh kak kaw awm sak hyk ti.

4 All the kings of the earth, will thank thee, O Yahweh, when they have heard the sayings of thy mouth;

Aw Bawipa, khawmdek awhkaw sangpahrangkhqi boeih ing, nam kha awhkaw awi a ming zaak awh nang ce nim kyih u seh.

5 And they will sing of the ways of Yahweh, That great is the glory of Yahweh:

Bawipa a boeimangnaak taw a bau soeih a dawngawh, a lamkhqi ce laa na sa u seh.

6 Though lofty is Yahweh, yet, the lowly, he regardeth, but, the haughty—afar off, doth he acknowledge.

Bawipa taw hun sang na awm hlai hy, kaw ak dungkhqi ce toek hy, cehlai ak oek qu ak thlang taw ak hla na awm taak hy.

7 Though I walk in the midst of distress, thou wilt give me life, —Because of the anger of my foes, thou wilt thrust forth thy hand, and thy right hand, will save me:

Kyinaak anglak li awh cet nyng awm, nang ing ka hqingnaak khoem law hyk ti; ak kaw ak so ka qaal benna kut zyng law nawh, nak tang ben kut ing ni hul hyk ti.

8 Yahweh, will carry through my cause, —O Yahweh! thy lovingkindness, is age-abiding, The works of thine own hands, do not thou desert.

Bawipa ing kai aham cainaak a taak ce soep law sak kaw; Aw Bawipa; na lungnaak taw kumqui dy cak hy – na kut sai ce koeh qoeng hyt.