Psalms 21
1 To the Chief Musician. A Melody of David. O Yahweh, in thy strength, will the king rejoice, and, in thy salvation, how greatly will he exult!
Aw Bawipa, sangpahrang ing nang ak tha awmnaak awh zeel hy. Noengnaak na peek dawngawh anih ing a zeelnaak ikawmyih aih na a bau!
2 The longing of his heart, hast thou given him, and, the request of his lips, hast thou not withheld. (Selah)
Ak kawlung ing a ngaih ce pe tiksaw, a hui ing a thoeh ik-oeih ce am hlawh na hyk ti.
3 For thou wilt come to meet him, with the blessings of goodness, Thou wilt set on his head, a crown of pure gold.
Anih ce zosennaak ak bau soeih ing do nawh a lu awh sui tuici lumyk ce myk sak hyk ti.
4 Life, he asked of thee, Thou hast given it him, length of days, to times age-abiding and beyond.
Anih ing hqingnaak a thoeh law awh ce, nang ing pe hyk ti - khawkdai sangkhqi kumqui coeng kumqui dyna pe hyk ti.
5 Great is his glory, in thy salvation, Honour and majesty, wilt thou lay upon him;
Noengnaak na peek ak caming, a boeimangnaak ce bau khqoet hy; thangleeknaak ingkaw qyp awmnaak ce ak khanawh taak pe hyk ti.
6 For thou wilt appoint him blessings evermore, wilt cheer him with joy by thy countenance;
Kumqui zoseennaak ce na peek hawh a dawngawh na haai zeelnaak ing be sak hyk ti.
7 For, the king, is trusting in Yahweh, and, in the lovingkindness of the Highest, shall he not be shaken.
Cedawngawh sangpahrang ing Bawipa ypna nawh, sawsang soeih awh amak dyt thai qoe lungnaak caming anih taw am tat qoe kaw.
8 Thy hand, will find out, all thy foes, Thine own right hand, will find out them who hate thee.
Na qaalkhqi boeih ce na kut ing tu kawmsaw; na thunkhakhqi ce nak tangkut ing tu kawp ti.
9 Thou wilt make them like a furnace of fire, at the time of thy presence, —Yahweh, in his anger, will swallow them up, and there shall consume them a fire:
Nang, nang dang law awhtaw a mingmih ce mai awhkaw ak alh tap amyihna sai kawp ti. Bawipa ing ak kaw a so dawngawh cekkhqi ce daih kanglak kawmsaw, a mai kqawng ing cekkhqi ce uih sak kaw.
10 Their fruit—out of the earth, wilt thou destroy, and their seed, from among the sons of men;
Khawmdek awhkawng cekkhqi a cadilkhqi ce nang ing hqe boeih kawp ti.
11 For they have held out, against thee, a wicked thing, They have devised a scheme they cannot accomplish.
Nang ce ak che na khaw ni khan sih unawh, kawpoek che ing nik kqawn hlai uhy, ikaw na am awm hy.
12 For thou wilt cause them to turn their back, Upon thy bow-strings, wilt thou make ready against their face.
Nang ing cekkhqi ce licung hawi nawh nam hyt khqi awh ce ami hu benna cen kawm uh.
13 Be exalted, O Yahweh, in thy strength! With song and with string will we sound forth thy power.
Aw Bawipa, nak thaawmnaak awh hak zoeksang qu lah; nak thaawmnaak laa sa unyng saw nim kyihcah lah vang unyng.
