Psalms 142

1 An Instructive Psalm of David. When he was in the Cave. A Prayer. With my voice—to Yahweh, make I outcry, With my voice—to Yahweh, make I supplication:

Bawipa venawh khawteh na khy nyng; qeennaak thoeh doena Bawipa venawh awi y nyng.

2 I pour out before him my complaint, My distress—before him, I tell.

A haiawh ka ngaihnaak awi kqawn pe nyng saw; ka kyinaak ce a haiawh kqawn pe nyng.

3 When my spirit fainted concerning myself, then, thou, didst take note of my path, —In the course which I was about to take, they had hidden a snare for me.

Kak khuina kang myihla ve a zai awh, nang ing ni ka lam ve na sim law. Ka cehnaak lam awh thlangkhqi ing ang hyp na dawng dun law uhy.

4 Look to the right hand and see, that there is none that, for me, hath regard, —Escape is lost to me, There is no one to care for my life.

Kak tang ben ve toek mai lah; kai anik ngainaak u pynoet awm am awm hy. Thuknaak am ta nyng saw; kai ka hqingnaak ve u ingawm ikaw na am huhy.

5 I have made outcry unto thee, O Yahweh, —I have said, Thou, art my refuge, my portion, in the land of the living.

Aw Bawipa, nang a venawh khy nyng, “Nang taw kang thuknaak na awm hyk ti, ak hqingkhqi qam awh ka taham na awm hyk ti,” ti nyng.

6 Attend thou unto my loud cry, for I am brought very low, —Rescue me from my pursuers, for they are stronger than I.

Kak khynaak awi ve ngai lah, ni ngoe soeih nyng; kai anik hquutkhqi kut khuiawh kawng ni hul lah, kai aham taw amik tha awm soeih hy.

7 O bring forth, out of prison, my soul, That I may give thanks unto thy Name, —About me, let the righteous gather round, for thou wilt deal bountifully with me.

Nang ming kam kyihcah thainaak aham, thawngim khui awhkawng ni loet sak lah. Cawhtaw kak khan awh na leeknaak awh ve thlak dyngkhqi ing nik chung khqi khoep kaw.