Psalms 63
1 A Melody of David. When he was in the Wilderness of Judah. O God, my GOD, thou art, Earnestly do I desire thee, —My soul thirsteth for thee, My flesh fainteth for thee, In a land—dry, and weary for want of water, —
Kathutkung: Devit, Judah kahrawngum ao navah a sak e la Oe Cathut, nang teh ka Cathut doeh. Amom vah na tawng han. Ka hringnae ni nang na kahran. Ka takthai ni nang na rabui. Kenae hoi tui kahrannae, tui ohoehnae ram dawk kaawm e lah ka o.
2 In like manner as, in the sanctuary, I have had vision of thee, To behold thy power and thy glory.
Na bawilennae hmu hanlah, hmuen kathoung thung na tawng toe.
3 Because better is thy lovingkindness than life, My lips, aloud shall praise thee!
Na pahrennae teh hringnae hlak hai a hawihnawn dawkvah, ka pahni hoi ka pholen han.
4 Thus, will I bless thee while I live, In thy Name, will I lift up mine outspread hands:
Hot patetlah ka hringyung thung na pholen han. Na min lahoi ka kut ka dâw han.
5 As with fatness and richness, shall my soul be satisfied, And, with joyfully shouting lips, shall my mouth utter praise.
Ka hringnae heh rakhing hoi a thaw kaboum lah ca e patetlah a lungkuep han. Hateh, konawm pahni hoi na pholen han.
6 Should I call thee to mind upon my couch, In the watches of the night, would I breathe soft speech of thee.
Ka ikhun dawk hoi ka pouk navah, karumsaning totouh ouk ka pouk.
7 For thou hast become a help unto me, —And, in the shadow of thy wings, will I shout for joy.
Bangkongtetpawiteh, nang teh na kabawmkung doeh. Hatdawkvah, na rathei rahim vah ka konawm han.
8 My soul hath run clinging to thee, On me, hath thy right hand laid hold.
Ka hringnae ni kahnaicalah na hruiyun teh, nama e aranglae kut hoi na kuet.
9 When, they, to crush it, would seek my life, They shall go into the lower parts of the earth:
Hatei, ka hringnae thei hanlah katawngnaw teh, adungpoungnae koe talai thung vah a cei awh han.
10 Every one shall be given up into the power of the sword, The portion of jackals, shall they become.
Tahloi hoi dout awh vaiteh, Asuinaw ni ca hanelah, ao han.
11 But, the king, shall rejoice in God, —Every one shall glory who sweareth by him, For the mouth of them who speak falsehood, shall be stopped.
Hatei, siangpahrang teh Cathut dawk konawm vaiteh, Cathut noe laihoi thoekâbo e pueng ni, a pholen awh han. Hatei laithoe kadeinaw e pahninaw teh, tabuem lah ao awh han.
