Psalms 51
1 To the Chief Musician. A Melody of David. When Nathan the Prophet had come to him, after he had gone in unto Bath-sheba. Be favorable unto me, O God, according to thy lovingkindness, And, in the multitude of thy compassions, blot out my transgressions;
Aka mawt ham, Bathsheba taengla a caeh vanbangla tonghma Nathan loh anih a paan vaengkah David tingtoenglung Pathen aw kai n'rhen lah. Na sitlohnah neh na haidamnah a cungkuem vanbangla ka boekoeknah he han huih mai.
2 Thoroughly wash me from mine iniquity, And, from my sin, make me pure;
Kai kathaesainah loh a yet khaw a yet oeh dongah kai n'sil lamtah ka tholhnah lamkah kai n'caihcil lah.
3 For, my transgressions, do, I, acknowledge, And, my sin, is before me continually:
Kamah kah boekoek te kamah loh ka ming tih ka tholhnah loh kamah hmaiah om taitu.
4 Against thee—against thee alone, have I sinned, And, wickedness—in thine eyes, have I done, —That thou mayest, Be justified when thou speakest, —Be clear when thou judgest.
Nang namah bueng taengah ka tholh tih na mikhmuh ah boethae ka saii. Tedae na thui vaengah nan tang sak tih nan cawh vaengah nan cim sak.
5 Lo! in iniquity, was I brought forth, And, in sin, did my mother conceive me.
Thaesainah neh ka thang tih tholhnah neh a nu loh kai n'yom.
6 Lo! faithfulness, hast thou desired in the inward parts, Yea, in the hidden part, wilt thou cause me to know, wisdom.
Kodang khuikah oltak te na ngaih dongah cueihnah na kael neh kai nan tuk nan kil.
7 Wilt thou cleanse me from sin with hyssop, That I may be pure? Wilt thou wash me, That I may be whiter, than snow?
Pumpiding neh kai nan cil daengah ni ka caihcil eh. Kai nan silh daengah ni vuelsong lakah ka bok eh.
8 Wilt thou cause me to hear joy and gladness? The bones thou hast crushed would exult.
Omngaihnah neh kohoenah te kai nan yaak sak dongah na khaem tangtae rhuhrhong long khaw omngaih uh saeh.
9 Hide thy face from my sins, —And, all mine iniquities, blot out;
Ka tholhnah dongah na maelhmai thuh mai lamtah ka thaesainah boeih he han huih lah.
10 A pure heart, create for me, O God, And, a steadfast spirit, renew within me.
Pathen aw kai ham aka caih lungbuei han suen lamtah ka khui kah mueihla he cikngae la pan han tlaih lah.
11 Do not cast me away from thy presence, And, thy Holy Spirit, do not take from me:
Kai he namah mikhmuh lamkah m'voei boel lamtah kai taengkah Mueihla Cim lo boel mai.
12 Restore unto me the joy of thy salvation, And, with a willing spirit, wilt thou uphold me: —
Na daemnah, omngaihnah te kai taengah ha mael lamtah, moeihoeihnah mueihla loh kai n'talong saeh.
13 I would teach transgressors thy ways, And, sinners, unto thee, should return.
Boekoek rhoek te na khosing ka cang puei vetih hlangtholh rhoek loh nang taengla ha bal uh bitni.
14 Rescue me from shed-blood, O God, the God of my salvation, My tongue should shout thy righteousness;
Pathen, ka loeihnah Pathen hlang thii lamkah kai n'huul lah. Nang kah duengnah te ka lai loh tamhoe puei saeh.
15 O My Lord! my lips, wilt thou open, And, my mouth, shall declare thy praise.
Ka Boeipa aw, ka hmui he han ong lamtah ka ka loh nang koehnah te doek saeh.
16 For thou wilt not desire sacrifice—that I should give it, Ascending-offering, will not please:
Hmueih he na ngaih pawt dongah ni na ngaih koinih kam paek mai sue. Hmueihhlutnah khaw na doe moenih.
17 The sacrifices of God, are a spirit that is broken, —A heart—broken and crushed, O God, thou wilt not despise.
Pathen kah a ngaih hmueih tah mueihla aka paeng ke ni. Lungbuei aka paeng tih aka paep te Pathen nang loh na hnawt moenih.
18 Do good, in thy good-pleasure, unto Zion, Wilt thou build the walls of Jerusalem!
Namah kah kolonah dongah Zion te khophoeng pha sak lamtah Jerusalem vongtung te khueng pah.
19 Then, shalt thou desire the sacrifices of righteousness, Ascending-sacrifice and whole burnt-offering, Then, shall ascend upon thine altar, young bulls.
Te vaengah, duengnah hmueih, hmueihhlutnah khaw boeih na ngaih vetih na hmueihtuk ah vaito a khuen uh ni.
