< Psalms 65 >
1 To the Chief Musician. A Melody of David—a song. Thine, are silence [and] praise, O God, in Zion, —And, to thee, shall be paid the vow.
Aka mawt ham David kah tingtoeng laa Duemnah he namah kah ni, Zion ah Pathen koehnah om tih, namah taengah olcaeng han thuung pawn ni.
2 Thou hearer of prayer! Unto thee, shall all flesh come.
Thangthuinah aka ya. BOEIPA namah taengla pumsa boeih loh halo uh ni.
3 Iniquitous things, have been too strong for me, As for our transgressions, wilt, thou, by propitiation remove them.
Thaesainah ol loh kai soah m'poe uh coeng. Kaimih kah boekoeknah khaw nan dawth.
4 How happy the man thou shalt choose and bring near! He shall abide in thy courts, —We shall be satisfied with, The blessing of thy house, The holiness of thy temple.
Na tuek tih na vongup neh a yoei ah kho aka sa tah a yoethen. Na bawkim cim, na im kah thennah te ka cung uh coeng.
5 By things reverend in righteousness, wilt thou answer us, O God of our salvation, The confidence of all the ends of the earth, And of the sea far away;
Kaimih kah khangnah Pathen. Duengnah neh kaimih nan doo te a rhih om pai. Diklai khobawt neh khohla tuitunli boeih kah a pangtungnah ni.
6 Who setteth fast the mountains by his strength, Being girded with might;
Thayung thamal te a vah tih, a thadueng neh tlang ke a thoh.
7 Who stilleth, The noise of the seas, The noise of their rolling waves, and The tumult of races of men?
Tuitunli kah longlonah, tuiphu kah longlonah neh, namtu hlangping khaw na domyok sak.
8 Yea the dwellers in the uttermost parts have feared at thy tokens, The goings forth of morning and evening, thou causest to shout for joy.
Te dongah khohla kah kho aka sa rhoek na miknoek te a rhih tih mincang khothoeng lamkah kholaeh duela na tamhoe.
9 Thou hast visited the earth, and made it abound, Abundantly, dost thou enrich it—The channel of God, is full of waters, Thou preparest their corn, Yea, thus, dost thou prepare it:
Diklai na hip tih muep na bueih. Pathen kah sokca te na boei sak tih tui na bae sak. Anih te na hlinsai tih cangpai neh na hmoel pah.
10 The ridges thereof, drenching, Settling the furrows thereof, With myriad drops, dost thou soften it, The sprouting thereof, doth thou bless.
A kong te na hmilhmal sak. Laikong te na cikngae sak. Mueitui neh na pan sak tih, a cangdueng te yoe na then sak.
11 Thou hast set a crown upon thy year of bounty, And, thy tracks, drop fatness;
Na then kum te na khuem tih na namtlak ah maehhloi a yoem uh.
12 Fruitful are the pastures of the wilderness, And, with exultation, the hills do gird themselves.
Khosoek rhamtlim khaw a pha thil tih, som rhoek te omngaihnah neh a yen.
13 Clothed are the pastures with flocks, The valleys also, cover themselves with corn, They shout for joy, yea they sing.
Rhamtlim te boiva loh a thing tih, tuikol rhoek te cangpai a saeng dongah yuhui neh a hlai uh bal.