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.
Kathutkung: Devit Oe Cathut pholennae niyah na ring, lawkkamnae teh nang koe ka sak awh han.
2 Thou hearer of prayer! Unto thee, shall all flesh come.
Oe, ratoumnae lawk kathaikung, tami pueng nang koe a tho awh han.
3 Iniquitous things, have been too strong for me, As for our transgressions, wilt, thou, by propitiation remove them.
Payonnae ni na taran teh, kâtapoenae ni na ka tâ nakunghai, kaimae yonnae hah nang ni yontha pouh toe.
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 thongma dawk ao thai nahan, nang koe hnai hanlah na rawi e tami yawkahawi e lah ao. Na im hawinae hoi na bawkim hawinae dawk ka lungkuep han toe.
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;
Lannae dawk kângairu hnosak e lahoi na pato han. Oe ka rungngangnae Cathut, nang teh talîpui namran lah kaawmnaw hoi, talai poutnae koe kaawmnaw hoi,
6 Who setteth fast the mountains by his strength, Being girded with might;
thaonae hoi kamthoup niteh, thaonae hoi monnaw kacaksakkung,
7 Who stilleth, The noise of the seas, The noise of their rolling waves, and The tumult of races of men?
Ka cairing lahun e talîpui hoi tuicapa ka thaw lahun e hoi, tamimaya ruengruengtinae karoumsakkung, lah na o.
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.
Ahla poungnae koe kaawmnaw nihai, na mitnoutnae hah a taki awh. Amom tangmin kaphatnaw koe konawmnae na phu sak.
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:
Talai heh na rip teh, kho thouk na rak sak teh, tui hoi ka kawi e Cathut e palangnaw hah tawntanae hoi na pathoup. Hottelah, talai heh na pathoup teh, talai van kaawmnaw a pawhik na rakueng pouh.
10 The ridges thereof, drenching, Settling the furrows thereof, With myriad drops, dost thou soften it, The sprouting thereof, doth thou bless.
Laikongnaw hah tui na awi teh, laikawknaw hah na cak sak. Khotui hoi na nem sak teh, caticamu ka paw e naw hah yawhawi ouk na poe.
11 Thou hast set a crown upon thy year of bounty, And, thy tracks, drop fatness;
A kumnaw hah na hawinae hoi na ramuk teh, na khoknaw ni a thâw a lawi sak.
12 Fruitful are the pastures of the wilderness, And, with exultation, the hills do gird themselves.
Kahrawng e thingkung ni dik kahringcalah ao teh, monruinaw hai a lunghawi awh.
13 Clothed are the pastures with flocks, The valleys also, cover themselves with corn, They shout for joy, yea they sing.
Pho kahringnaw onae koe saringnaw akawi teh, ayawn hai rawca kung hoi akawi teh, konawm laihoi la a sak awh.
